No way was I actually considering meeting a stranger in a dark parking lot—a very big, muscular stranger who was or had been in the marines. That would be insane. I’d just gotten out of a nightmare relationship, and now I was basically begging to get kidnapped or murdered or… actually have decent sex for the first time in a very long time. Maybe ever if I were honest, and damn, Grant was everything I’d dreamed of. He exuded protection and possessiveness. No one would hurt me if I was with him. But this wasn’t a romance novel. This was real life.
