“Need a ride?” She jumped, hand over heart. She relaxed when she saw who it was, but then fear flicked her at the base of her throat. Something was off about him. “No. I’m good.” She tried to make her face pleasant. “Thanks, though.” She shoved her hands deep in her pockets, head down, intending to hurry home as fast as she could without it looking like she was running. He’d been sitting inside his car, windows rolled down, waiting for someone. Not her, certainly. The pinch of fear returned, reaching her stomach this time.
