HAWK

Lila knew that I was just teasing about sending her Mom a dick pic, but at least it got her butt in gear.

Half an hour later I was nervously pacing when she came out of her room. An odd choking sound got caught in my throat, and I had to clear it before I could speak. "Lila, you look stunning."

The dove gray dress was just low-cut enough to hint at a whisper of cleavage, and long enough that it almost grazed her knees. I'd given the dress shop lady a detailed rundown of everything on Genevieve Astor's blog about what proper ladies wear to wedding-related social events.

Her charcoal high heels showed off her lovely sculpted calves, silver jewelry completed the understated look, and Lila had done some magic with gray and brown eyeshadow that made her indigo eyes glow.

She did a slow twirl, then stopped in front of me. "You're really going to make me do this?"

Taking her hand, I said, "I know that you're scared. I could explain everything to you now, and you could be nervous on the entire ride there. Or, you can trust me, and I'll tell you what's going on just as we're walking in. Which would you prefer?"

She shook her head, sending her glossy black hair spilling around her shoulders. Then she sighed. "How long of a drive is it?"

"About half an hour. It's on the north edge of the city."

Lila nodded decisively. "I'm better off not knowing yet."

We went downstairs, and her eyes grew wide as she saw the gleaming town car and driver waiting. "I'll explain in about twenty-eight minutes," I said, helping her into the back seat.

As we drove, I could feel the wall go up between us. The bond was broken. Our closeness had a gaping hole in it.

Lila was drawing away, and getting ready to run again. I couldn't let that happen, couldn’t let the love of my life disappear.

My only hope was that she might share my sense of adventure. That in her heart, she was the kind of person who wanted to stick it to the man.

Except this time "the man" was her mother.