Riley's pov

Getting into the black SUV the sneaky bastard directed me to, the cold air inside nipped at my skin, immediately doubling the chill I’d felt outside.

I sighed in relief as my ass sank into the soft leather seat. Something about the car’s smell was oddly relaxing. With immediate effect, the engine blared to life.

Palming my arms for warmth did nothing to help, and my cobra-print shorts with a black tank top only made matters worse. At least the boots were okay—one of ...