CHAPTER 44
MARA’S POV
“Kurt?" I muttered under my breath, my face wide with shock.
Was it really him? The black Bentley was the same and the voice that had called me sounded so eerily like his. But Kurt had left town and never mentioned he was coming back anytime soon.
As if to answer the questions running through my mind, the cars headlights went off and the front door opened. I placed a hand over my eyes, my vision adjusting to the dim glow of the streetlights as I tried to recognize the figure approaching me.
“Hey, Mara," the voice came again, this time clear and certain. “Why are you out here?"
My vision finally adapted and the silhouette before me morphed into a familiar face. I could recognize those strong jawlines and calm gaze anywhere. It really was him.
It really was…
