Summer Rainault brushed her hands over her dress again, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from the fabric. Tonight was the culmination of months of hope, weeks of planning, and days of daring activity. She’d get her freedom back, and maybe, just maybe, start to earn the heart of someone she cared about very much.
Even if they’d never met yet. If he didn’t reject her at the door.
She turned the amethyst bracelet on her wrist, fingertips sliding over the heart charms dangling from it. The pure purple of the stone set off her pale green dress, and she hoped the signal would be clear enough, between bracelet, earrings, and cabochon choker. Taking a deep breath to subdue the butterflies in her stomach, she hung her keys from the strap of her tiny shoulder bag, and pushed away from her car.
Waiting would only make her more nervous. She tossed her red hair over her shoulder, squared them, and marched up the sidewalk. Another deep breath to steady herself, and she pushed the doorbell to Derek Hale’s flat.
“Hi,” she said softly, when he opened the door.
