Chapter 22

ANNA. I get out of the car, gasping as I see the damage I have caused on the black Bentley. The scratch is nothing small, and there's a dent. How will I pay for the damages? I've spent most of my savings on the house. Sean doesn't even bring home much anymore. The glass is tinted, so I can't see inside. A crowd has started to form around us and I really don't want this to become a big deal. The more the audience, the higher the charge I'll be asked to pay. People take advantage of scenarios like this to make others pay for even the underlying issues in their vehicles. I walk around and knock on the glass. "Hello? Are you alright? I'm so sorry I—" The glass comes down and the first thing I notice is the cologne. It's so nice, it instantly makes me think of food. It doesn't smell like food but...there are scents that make you feel...hungry immediately. Yeah, I know. That doesn't make sense. Stern blue eyes meet mine and hold. "Miss." "Mrs.," I correct. "I've...uh... I'm really sor