Chapter 45

Caroline

*****

I didn't realize we were already outside until Marshall firmly stopped me on the curb.

He reached around me to open the car door.

My focus was so scattered from all the sexual tension and desire that I failed to take in the vehicle.

Only as I gathered my dress to slide through the door did I notice the vehicle's shape was strange—unusually long and polished perfectly.

My hands flew to my mouth.

"A limo?" I gasped. My eyes jumped to Marshall's smug expression.

"Only the best for my angel," he said.

My face scrunched in what I knew was about to be an all-out ugly cry. I'd never been in a limo. Hell, I'd never even been in the general vicinity of one.

Sniffling, I ducked my head and slipped into the back of the limo.

The interior was all black leather. A disco ball spun from the ceiling and some kind of upbeat jazz blared through the speakers.

Grinning, I settled onto a seat. Across from my legs was a silver bucket nestled into the back of the seat. I reached over to pu