Scott’s Point of View“Where are we going?” she asks after a while, glancing over at me.I shrug, keeping my eyes on the road, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’ll see.”She narrows her eyes at me, clearly unimpressed. “So this is the part where you kill me somewhere in the forest, huh?”I laugh. “Wow. So much trust.”“Hey, you are the one being all mysterious,” she shoots back, crossing her arms but smiling anyway.“I promise, I have no murder plans tonight,” I say, glancing at her.She rolls her eyes. “Good. That would really ruin the date.”I grin at that. “So you admit this is a date?”She hesitates for half a second, then shrugs. “Maybe.”“Maybe?” I echo. “That’s a little harsh, Si. I set the bar higher than ‘maybe.’”She laughs softly. “We’ll see how the night goes.”“Wow. Tough crowd.”“Drive, Alpha,” she teases. “Impress me.”—She steps out of the truck and looks around, her eyes widening slightly.“You set all this up?” she asks softly.I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah. I fig
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