Daphne
“S.hit, s.hit, s.hit!” I swore out loud as I listened to Nate’s jeep peel out of the parking area. He’d taken my t-shirt with him, but the rest of my clothes were still wedged in the tree. I pulled them down and dressed quickly, thankful that I had worn a hoodie over my shirt. Otherwise, I might have driven back to Bleakley house topless.
My housemates would have loved that, I’m sure.
What the hell was he doing out in the woods anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be working some security gig? I imagined him walking around a shopping center in Rutberg or patrolling one of the ritzy gated communities up on the mountain. As I climbed back into my car and tugged my seatbelt into place, I racked my brain for a plausible explanation.
I went for a walk in the woods in the middle of the
