CIARAFate? That was the last thing I expected to hear from someone this manly. Honestly, he didn’t seem like the type to believe in fate, or destiny, or anything that couldn’t be touched or proven. But maybe I was wrong.Maybe I really couldn’t judge a book by its cover.“So… where are you taking me, mister?” I asked, suddenly realizing how quickly I’d agreed to leave with him. He’d just said he was going to unwind, and for some reason, I’d gone along with it, barely thinking twice.“My friend owns a bar around here, and tonight’s the soft opening,” he said, hands buried in the pockets of his leather coat.Walking beside him, I felt so much smaller than usual—it was almost strange, but not in a bad way. There was something about it that made me feel protected. He reminded me of Austin, but this guy was taller, broader, more solid than Austin ever was.“I see, then I guess I’ll accompany you. I need a drink anyway.” I shrugged, following him through the busy sidewalk, people moving pa
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