Chapter 60

• Patent leather black heels, a purple dress the hugs every curve and your hair perfectly coifed, you stride to the car with Matthew right behind you. “Please tell me. Please?”
• “Never,” he laughs, opening the car door for you. “But I’ll take mercy on you. If you happen to guess before we get there, I’ll let you know if you’re right.”
• Happily, you bounce in your seat and buckle yourself in as Matthew slips in on the driver’s side. “Okay, okay. Does this has something to do with our dynamic?”