Isla scrambled out of the car and slammed the door behind her, chest heaving, hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped her bag.
She didn't look back right away just stood there in the dirt lot, catching her breath, willing her pulse to slow.
When she finally turned, Grayson had gotten out too, straightening his cuffs, composed again, not a single wrinkle out of place. Like the man who'd just threatened to do something unforgivable in that back seat hadn't existed at all.
The sun beat down on the empty lot. The black SUV sat parked at the roadside, sleek and out of place against the weeds and cracked asphalt.
Isla kept her back to him, unfocused eyes fixed on nothing, waiting for her body to stop trembling. Once the worst of it passed, she reached into her bag and pulled out the box of
