Deborah never tried stopping me from leaving. I walked past her out the front door with my luggage in tow, never turning back. Scott followed me out, “Let me drive you.”

“You don’t need to. Anna will pick me up. I’m going to text her now.” “Don’t. I want to take you,” he insists. His black linen shirt is open at the top and his pants hang off his hips, making him look illegally delectable, “If you must.” My natural attraction to him is breaking through my resolve. The warm breeze carries his fresh scent over to me making me want to bury my face in his chest. If it...