Chapter 8 - Dress Warm

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"So why did you want me to dress warm?" I ask, hopping into his convertible and pulling out my phone.

"Hah. You will see cara mia."

"Um. I may know Russian but not Spanish."

He laughs.

"It's French. It means 'my darling' Took French in high school."

I blush, looking down.

I unlock my phone and call Marilynn.

She answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mary. Could you come to Starbucks and pick up my truck? It's walking distance."

"If it was walking distance, why did you take your truck?"

"Cause I could."

"Lazy." She mutters under her breath.

"Oh shut up. I'll see you when you get home. Love you."

I hang up.

"Everything settled?" Sidney asks.

"Yep. Just perfect."

He looks back at the road, smiling.

He stops abruptly on the side of the road and turns to me.

"I don't mean to sound creepy, but you need to put this on."

He holds up a blindfold.

"Why?"

"Cause where we are going is a surprise."

I smile as I turn in the seat, my back facing him.

He places the blind fold around my head and ties it tightly on my straightened hair.

I turn back around and my seat and placed my hands in my lap.

Pretty soon, we stopped.

I hear him open his door and step out. My door is opened and I feel hands on me.

One of his hands is on my elbow and the other is holding my hand. I step out of the car.

He holds onto me by the waist, guiding me. I smile at the feeling at his hands on me.

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost."

I feel a gust of cold air hit my face.

I bite my bottom lip as I hear us enter a room. We are sitting down on a bench as I hear shuffling.

Sid take my blindfold and I almost die with what I see.

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