During such a sensitive time, Mia Grant was terrified the old man would pull the same trick again.
Her pace quickened as Mia Grant forced herself to stay calm, pulling out her phone to quickly make a call.
The shadow behind her closed in, and a hand stealthily reached around in front of her...
Mia Grant was on her guard. In one swift motion, she dodged aside and turned to face him. "Stop! Move again and I'm calling the police!"
Their eyes met, and the young man who had been behind her gave an awkward smile.
He wasn't a complete stranger.
Just like Sean Cole, whom she'd seen not long ago, she felt like she had seen this man somewhere before, too.
But her memories were too jumbled for her to place him right away.
"Madam, you don't have to be so nervous. I won't hurt you." The man's smile was shy, yet held a hint of cautious eagerness to please.
"...Mad...am?" The bizarre form of address struck Mia Grant like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.
