“When am I going to see you again?” he growls. “What makes you think you’re going to see me again?” Sabrina says, tossing back her mane of dark hair. “I AM going to see you again,” Adrik informs her. “I was simply offering you the courtesy of choosing the time and place.” I can see the temptation to smile tugging at the corners of Sabrina’s full lips as she attempts to scowl instead. “I’ll think about it,” she says. “Not good enough,” Adrik retorts. “I’m picking you up on this dock on the last day of school. Wear something nice.”
