Chapter Six
“I don’t understand why you just can’t tell me,” Annie said. She was buckled into the passenger side of Zac’s pickup. It was one of those newer models with dark blue cloth seats and a lot of features, a style that seemed to fit him. He was an interesting man, quiet at times, deep and brooding, a man whose demeanor could fool someone into thinking he was one of those nice guys who kept to himself, minded his own business, and did his own thing.
That was true to a point, except he was hiding a part of himself. Even she could see it. He took in everything the minute he saw it, touched it, smelled it. It was so subtle, not something she had noticed right away. It was something she had only recently realized from being around him. He was a man who could lurk in the shadows like a
