Chapter 4

The air inside the car felt suffocating.

The driver gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles and didn't dare make a sound.

I sat in the back seat, two feet away from Dylan, but the chill radiating off him still cut right through me.

I was screwed. I had pushed things way too far this time.

Jack's appearance had been like gasoline on a fire that was already burning out of control.

Dylan had the wrong idea now. He thought I had actually cheated on him and that Jack was the other man.

The moment we stepped through the front…