Chapter 78

Matthew thought that he and his friends sounded like an army walking down the hallway: feet clumping, clothes swishing, hearts pounding. There were guards posted at the elevator, though they stepped aside and let their group walk past when the doors opened. There were guards at the main entrance, but none of them made an attempt to stop the men from leaving.

As Matthew reached for the ignition of his car with the key, his hands were shaking more than they’d ever shook in his life. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking that the car wouldn’t start, or the gates wouldn’t open, or the whole kit and caboodle of them would explode when they got free of the parking lot.

None of that happened. As Matthew lifted his eyes and watched the Center grow smaller in his rearview mirror, Gavin rested a hand on his thigh.

“Hey,” Gavin said with a good-natured grin. “At least I’m going to get to meet your parents.”