“Hunter Blanco.” I shake his hand. I turn to face Selena. “Shall we take a drive?” Why won’t she look at me?

“Yes.” She gives just one nod. “Thank you for accompanying me here,” she tells the dancer.

“Just don't spoil anything.” I look at him and lead Selena to the car. What is that son of a bitch doing here?

I start the car and notice that Selena is tense beside me. I drive until I reach the outskirts of the city, where you can park your car to admire the jetty and the beach.

“Thanks for message,” I say when I turn off the car and she shifts...