Wilson's POV
The voice hit me like a familiar melody. Sloane raised her head slowly, and our eyes locked—hers meeting my cold stare. That practiced sweet smile spread across her face. "What a surprise seeing you here, Wilson."
The second those words left her lips, she tried to make a run for it. I caught her without breaking a sweat.
Ice ran through my veins as I spoke. "Where exactly have you been hiding lately?"
"I wasn't hiding anywhere..." she muttered, guilt written all over her face as she looked away.
Staring down at this little troublemaker, I couldn't find it in me to give her the scolding she deserved. With a sigh, I scooped her up. "You can't just vanish like that, understand? Collin's been going out of his mind searching for you."
Sloane clearly didn't want to promise anything, but she nodded anyway to avoid my anger. Her teeth caught her lower lip. "Understood."
