Shirley
The work ended late that night. Zara and I had stayed behind at the bar, balancing the accounts like Dante had asked. It was nearing midnight when we finally got everything squared away. I stretched my back and let out a long yawn, glancing over at Zara, who was already halfway through putting on her jacket.
“I can’t feel my spine,” she groaned.
I laughed softly. “You mean the one you need to walk to your boyfriend’s place?”
She rolled her eyes with a grin. “Touché. Need a ride?”
I shook my head. “Nah. Got my car. Dante already asked if I wanted him to drop me off, but I told him I could manage.”
Her brows lifted slightly. “You sure? The woods at night are…”
“I’ll be fine,” I cut in, trying to sound braver than I felt.
I regretted that decision almost instantly.
The drive
