Riley’s POV

Everything that is happening right now feels crazy and ridiculous, yet I cannot stop the way my heartbeat skips at her words.

“What’s your name?” I ask, my voice quieter than I want it to be.

She smiles, small and knowing. “I’m Summer.”

“Summer?” I repeat, testing the name.

“Yes.”

“Well, Summer,” I say, trying to sound firm, “I’m going to disappoint you, but I won’t be going anywhere with a total stranger.”

I dig my hand into my bag, pull out my wallet, and take out ten crisp hundred-dollar bills. I hold the money out to her.

“Here. It’s a thousand dollars. Since you’re fine and you...