ValerieShe regretted it immediately.
If being shot at by a stranger was scary, being stuck in a car with Damon Saylor was even worse. Especially when that very same man was refusing to tell her anything, except for telling her to get in his car and pretty much swearing that it wasn’t his club that shot at her. Not “his club.” Probably some other club, then, although he hadn’t said as much.
She leaned over the console to look out the driver’s side window. The windows in Damon’s car were dark. She guessed that the tinted glass was to ensure that no one else could see in, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t worried he would hurt her, crazy as that seemed, but she also wasn’t totally at ease with everything that was happening in her life today.
She was sitting in the passenger’s
