Chapter 4

Even this gig handing out flyers was only Cassie's because someone from HR took pity on her and figured they'd let her give it a shot.

That day, a torrential downpour came out of nowhere. I was sitting in Elliot's car when I spotted Cassie dashing toward the mall, clutching her stack of flyers.

Elliot's Cullinan cruised past her, sending a wave of muddy rainwater splashing all over her.

Through the rearview mirror, I could see Cassie staring first at the license plate, then turning her stunned gaze to me sitting in the passenger seat.

She raised her hands and…