Rule #5: You Can't Fall for Your Fake Summer Fling - Paperback

“Get in,” he said. “What?” I asked. It wasn’t eloquent, but at least I remembered how to speak in his presence. Perhaps that strange hold he had on me was over. “Get in,” he said again as he pulled a pair of sunglasses from the center console. “Why?” He glanced over at me, his eyes hidden behind his shades. “I figured you needed a getaway car.” I blinked a few times, trying to silence the warning bells ringing in my mind. I needed to think. Cayden wanted me to get into his car with him. Could I do that? Was it safe? Suddenly, my legs had a mind of their own, and I found myself walking over to the passenger seat and plopping down onto it. I reached over and slammed the door then turned to Cayden. My mind felt as if it were swimming and my body was icy cold. There was so much of me that was resisting what was happening right now, but I didn’t care. I would go and compose myself and then come back. Cayden chuckled as he threw the car into drive and glanced over his shoulder. He settled hi