Bella:

Just as Ryder had asked, I walked two blocks away and stood there, waiting. A sleek, black BMW zoomed past, almost throwing my skirt up in the air, but I grabbed the front, clasping it to my lap. The car parked in front of me, and the driver rolled his window down.

My face etched into a frown, and Ryder chuckled lowly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and I rolled my eyes, walking toward the car as he opened the door for me.

The car looked new and beautiful, but ...