Chapter 120

"Hey beautiful, would you and the adorable boy want a ride?" Damon spoke from before her, and she looked up to finally realize he had arrived before them while she was still spaced out. 

She forced herself to stop thinking about the creepy person she had not seen and held Angel's hand as she helped him into the backseat of the car. After fastening his seatbelt, she closed the door and sat in the shotgun. 

"Where would you like to go?" He asked as though he was actually picking her up while hitting on her. 

"Where do you take women when you pick them up the way you just did?" She jested. 

"If their name is Avery Vaillant, I take them home. If not, I take them nowhere—since I won't notice them." 

He was being cheesy again, she had to give it to him for having an endless supply of cheesy statements that somehow managed to send butterflies fluttering in her stomach despite how inifective she thought they should be.