chapter 5

I wait until the mist clears from the windscreen. The wipers give a

rhythmic thump from the other side of the glass.

“I can’t get in at home,” she says quietly. “Not without my key…”

“What about your parents?”

She looks at the floor. “My mum’s away.”

“And your dad?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Your mum left you all alone?”

She nods. “She normally does.”

My gut pangs. No dad.

I keep my voice steady. Warm and calm. “I can give you cash for a

hotel. Take you wherever you need to go. Maybe a relative? An aunt or

uncle? Neighbour?”

She’s shaking her head. “I don’t have… anyone…”

I feel the ache in my gut, stronger now. Me neither.

“You could call your phone, maybe she’ll answer?”

She looks so embarrassed, shaking her head. “I turned it off… to save

battery… it hardly had any battery…”

“Do you know your friend’s number?”

Another shake of the head.

“How about Facebook? Social media?”

Her voice is so quiet. “Kelly Anne is um… she won’t… she’s with a

guy, drunk…” She sighs. “She won’t even give me a second thought… not

tonight…”

Isn’t that just the truth of it.

I put the car into gear. “Then you’d better stay with me until morning.”

She doesn’t even attempt to argue as I pull away.

Laine

I don’t know where we’re going. I don’t know why I’m not scared. My

breath is steady now, and the air in the car is warm enough that my wet clothes don’t feel so bad. My nerves are still on edge, I can feel them

beneath the relief. The relief that I got away.

I stare at Nick, trying to figure out the guy who grabbed me in the rain

and saved me. He saved me.

How could I ever be scared of a man who saved me?

He seems strong, Nick. He seems like the kind of man who could chase

monsters away. His jaw is hard, and his nose looks like a Roman carving,

and his hair is long enough to curl as it dries. He has heavy brows, serious

eyes. He seems serious.

I feel safer than I’ve felt in a long, long time. Maybe I’m still drunk on

tequila after all.

I feel so small and he feels so big.

“Don’t you want to know where we’re going?” he asks. His voice is

nice. Deep. Strong, like the rest of him.

“Not really,” I say. “Is it far?”

“No.”

I shrug. “I don’t really know my way around. I wouldn’t know where

we were if you told me, so it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“I guess not, Laine, no.”

I can’t stop staring at him.

“Your friend doesn’t sound like much of a friend.”

“She’s a crappy friend when she’s drunk.”

“That makes her a crappy friend, full stop.” He glances in my direction.

“A friend like that isn’t worth having, Laine.”

And he’s right. I know he’s right. But she’s the only one I have. I don’t

want to tell him that, but I think he probably knows. He looks like he’d

know a lot of things. He’s a proper man. A serious man. A man who knows

his way around the world.

“It’s my birthday,” I say. “My eighteenth. Yesterday. I didn’t even want

to go out.”

“Eighteenth?” There’s surprise in his voice. I hear that surprise from

people all the time.

“Yeah, my eighteenth.”

“I’m sure you’ve had much better birthday parties than this one.”

But I haven’t. They’re normally shit. I don’t want to tell him that either.

He turns into a petrol station and asks if I want anything. I don’t.

He tells me to wait right there. I do.

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