Chapter 62: Maplewood Hills

Sloane

Kaelen drove with one arm on the wheel, his gray shirt so tight that it made it impossible not to notice every flex of muscle. The white smart pants only added to the effect of him being effortlessly attractive. He looked good and he knew it, too.

“You know, now would be a good time to tell me where we’re going or do I have to keep on guessing?” I asked for the third time. “You told me to p