Sara’s POV
I adjusted the strap of my bag and shook my head. “No. I said no.”
He sighed softly, like he wasn’t used to people saying that to him. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard,” I said, starting to walk again.
He didn’t leave. The sound of his motorcycle followed beside me as he rolled it slowly forward, matching my pace.
I glanced at him, annoyed. “Are you seriously following me?”
He grinned. “Not following. Escorting. Big difference.”
“Go home, Archer.”
“Can’t. My house is in the same direction as yours,” he said, smirking. “You know—King Estate?”
I glared at him. “Yeah, how could I forget? My mom spends half her life there.”
He laughed lightly. “She’s good at what she does. My mom loves her.”
That softened me for just a second. “Yeah, well… she works har
