“Same time next week,” I confirm, and head back to find Jillian.
The parking lot is quiet when we step outside. Just the crunch of gravel under our boots and the distant call of some bird that didn’t get the memo about flying south for the winter.
Then I see a strangely familiar face. I do a double-take, but there’s no mistaking it:
Kir is leaning against a blacked-out sedan, scrolling through his phone like he has all the time in the world. When he spots us, his face breaks into an easy, charming smile.
“Rae! Well, would you look at that? Small world.”
Every muscle in my body goes stiff. What the hell is he doing here?
Beside me, Jillian tenses. I can feel it without even looking at her. “Is this bad?” she mutters out of the side of her mouth.
As he approaches us, Kir’s gaze slides
