After getting beaten up that badly, would she really have the nerve to complain to Lyla about it?
Thinking about it, Ethan grinned and took off toward the docks.
When he arrived, he sent Amber his location and sat down on a stone bench by the roadside. He waited for nearly half an hour before the quiet of the pier was shattered by the roar of an engine.
Vroom… vroom…
The sound came closer, sharp and powerful. Ethan looked up just in time to see a pink supercar speeding his way.
"Damn… what a show-off," he muttered, half-amused. "When I get back, maybe I should get one of those?."
Screech—
The car came to an abrupt stop right in front of him. Ethan blinked, momentarily stunned. The door lifted upward in one smooth motion, and a long, graceful leg stepped out, the skin almost glowing under the sunlight. A moment later, the rest of her appeared.
The woman walking toward him was stunning—tall, stylish, effortlessly confident.
"Amber Zane?" Ethan rose to his feet, wide-eyed.
