“Mila? What’s wrong?”
“Man,” I manage to get out.
“Man?” Aiden repeats. “Who? Does he have blond hair and blue eyes? About five foot five?”
My eyes widen. “Y-yes.”
“That’s Tobias. He works at Whiskey River Mountain Lodge and is going to drive you here,” Aiden says. “You can trust him. I promise nothing is going to happen. I trust him with my life.”
CHAPTER 2
MILA
“Is that Aiden?” the man asks.
“What is his favorite color?” I find myself asking before I can stop myself.
He heard me call Aiden’s name. He may not be Tobias who Aiden is talking about, but some phony guy trying to get me to come with him.
“Green,” he replies.
“Lucky guess,” I mutter to myself, trying to come up with another question. “When is his birthday? Full date… down to the month, day, and year.”
“Do you want me to say where he was born as well?”
My eyes widen.
“Mila, give the phone to the man standing in front of you. I need to talk to him,” Aiden interrupts us. “Come on, be a good girl for me and hand over the phone.”
“What is his birthday?” I ask once again, my grip tightening on the phone.
“Mila,” Aiden growls.
“June fifth, and he was born in?—”
A ringing in my ears forms as he says it all correctly. He would not be able to guess that right the first time… so he must really know who Aiden is.
“Can I talk to Aiden now?”
“Give him the phone, little one,” Aiden encourages me.
“How about you put it on speakerphone so you can hear everything we say? Then you’ll realize that I know him and I’m not going to harm you,” he suggests. “Do you think you can do that?”
I pull the phone away from my ear and put it on speakerphone.
“Aiden,” the man says. “You’re on speakerphone in the coffee shop.”
“Tobias, thank you for helping me out with this. Mila is afraid of flying. That’s why I asked if you could drive her here. I need her to get here so she can rest properly,” Aiden says.
My cheeks flush as he tells him the reason. Not everyone needs to know that I don’t like flying.
Tobias looks at me with a small smile on his face. “Gotcha. We’ll drive a couple of hours today and stop for the night. Then we’ll drive some more tomorrow. Maybe the rest of the way depending how Mila is feeling and looking.”
I immediately touch my face. Do I look bad?
“Don’t do too much. I’ll pay you for the gas, any food you get, and the hotel,” Aiden says. “Just let me know how much it costs when you get here.”
“W-wait!” I yell.
