Abigail
"Mistress?"
I arched a brow at the total stranger standing before me, wondering if I had gotten tossed back to the ninety sixties, because who the hell even used the word Mistress anymore?
Or even had a curly mustache, I thought, eyeing the blonde curling mustache sitting above his lips.
"Yes, if you would come with me," He extended his hand forward, gesturing at the parking lot.
"Uh, no? Stranger danger, my Meemaw drummed that enough into me. If your Mistress would like to meet me, she might as well approach me herself,"
Was this some kind of ploy that Alicia was up to? Was she trying to set me up? Ah, crap now she turned me into some paranoid bitch.
There was no way I would follow some weird looking man into a car park filled with cars. No one would notice him knocking me out and carting my dead body off to some river.
"I assure you, I mean no ill will- "
