Chapter 94

Summer’s POV

Jared eased into the driveway like he owned the place, tossed a ring of keys at Zade—who was casually leaning against the garage door, scrolling through his phone. I blinked. “Wait… aren’t those—”

Zade caught the keys one-handed, gave me a polite nod, and slid into a sleek sports car with the abs-on-steroids guy I’d half-met in the kitchen that one time. If someone yelled “Rowan!” I wouldn’t have even flinched. Yet there they went, peeling out, my keys jingling in Rowan’s ignition.

I turned to Jared, who was already popping his door open. “Who’s the guy? The one who looks like he bench-presses small cars for fun?”

Jared glanced over his shoulder, roof-dropping cool. “That’s Rowan. He’s mated to Lila.”

Ah, of course. Lila’s hot-shot boyfriend: the man whose six-pack could have its own ZIP code. Now that I knew his name, I mentally assigned him the face from my subconscious “Guys with Too Much Time at the Gym” file.

Jared swung a