A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

amused, cut through the quiet.

“Do you always break into other people’s cars, or am I special?”

My eyes flew open. The panic was immediate.

A man sat beside me. He wore a custom suit in dark tones and had the kind of face that belonged in magazines — defined jawline, dark eyes watching me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, a smile that made me continue reading …