On the way back, Sher drove her in his high-end SUV, a vehicle that even smelled expensive. She was impressed. The man was handsome too—neatly cut hair, sharp cheekbones, and striking brown eyes. His girlfriend was lucky to have him. Surprisingly, she didn't feel uncomfortable around him.
From the back seat, Sara watched him, feeling like an important person being escorted with care. The frustration of the day slowly faded away.
"So—how did you meet Miss Blue?" Sher asked casually, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence.
Sara had been watching him, observing the way his strong hands gripped the wheel, the way his presence filled the car. She blinked and shrugged.
"It was my friend's birthday. We went out, and I saw her by a bush. I thought she was lost, so I helped her. That's
