*Alternate Sasha*

Stone walked me out of the diner to a waiting car. He carefully got me into the back seat, protecting my head from getting bumped as though he were a police officer securing a suspect.

I felt cared for a little bit at least. I soaked it up, wondering if he’d be this caring once we arrived at our new location.

With a swallow, I watched Stone get into the driver’s seat. What was it they always said about kidnapping? ‘Never go to the ...