Book3:WereMyDreamIs

henCharinasawDimitriappearattheentrahegardentappinghiswhitee,shegotholdofhiselbowandsaidinatremblingvoice,

    “Getintothecar.It’snotsafehere.Somehooligansarerunningtowardsus.Hurry!eoothecar.”Fromthetremblingofhervoice,Dimitrikhesituationmustbegettingtense.Hecouldnotsee,buthismovemeillquidnimble.Whenhisfiouchedthecardoorthathadalreadybeenopenedforhim,hequicklygotinandMaureenjumpedafterhimaledonhisp.Charinaclosedtheircardoorandquicklywehedriver’ssideandgotin.Nosoonerhadhersideofthecardoorclosedwhensheheardfistspoundingosideofherdaroughvoicesaying,

    “yprettylittlefilly!eout.Don’tleavesofast.Stay.Let’spyawhile.Itwillbefun.”Luckily,shehadlefttheenginerunning,sosteppingohecarstreakedaway,its