He turned to me, face away from the black car.

“That’s one of my dad’s company vehicles.”

“I couldn’t have guessed,” I rolled my eyes, and looked at the elaborate crest that adorned the front of the car.

It sort of looked like a coat of arms, but it really wasn’t. Much more technologically oriented.

The doors of the car swung open (much like in the movies) and two … bodyguards (?) stepped out.

“How did he guess where I am?” Raine hissed, taking a small risk and looking back at the scene.

Now, the guys who had donned the oh-so-stupid black shades were scanning the clearing, and started to search for something : Mr. High and Mighty, no doubt.

“Aidan, you’re my friend, right?” he whispered, all of a sudden too close for my liking.

“It depends on your definition,” I gulped, the grocery bags crackling in my hands.

“I know you’ll probably throw me all the way to Antarctica for this, so please forgive me.”

“What are you doing?”

And suddenly, there was no space between us anymore.