STRANGER PITY
TAYLOR
I was waiting in the living room with the lights off when his headlights swept across me. Everything lit up for a split second before his car faced the garage. Though it was the middle of the night—closer to early morning, actually—it was still humid. A small breeze wafted across my neck as I shut the door to the house behind me and hurried over to his car. Once inside, I didn’t look at him.
Why I was here? Why had I texted? My dad, I reminded myself. His note had told me he’d be at Mike’s house late, but this was ungodly late.
“Hot girl.”
I looked up and immediately wished I hadn’t. Logan hadn’t gotten any less gorgeous since the day before. His dark eyes watched me, a hint of amusement still there—along with a hint of something darker. The darker element sent a
