Kendra’s POV
I clutched Scott’s hand tighter without meaning to. My breath snagged in my throat.
Why is it Scott holding my hand right now and not Caleb?
The question thudded in my chest as we finally reached the black sedan waiting at the edge of the road. Scott opened the door, letting me in first before climbing in beside me. Caleb slipped in from the other side, boxing me in between them.
I folded my hands between my knees, trying not to tremble. I could feel the heat of both their bodies on either side. Caleb’s shoulder brushing mine. Scott’s thigh pressed too close. I focused on breathing—inhale, exhale, stay calm.
Scott said, “Go.”
His voice was low, firm, directed at Carlos in the front seat. But the engine didn’t roar to life. The car didn’t move.
Instead, I heard boots cru
