Twenty-seven-year-old wage laborer Stanley Northtrop had recently resolved to add some excitement to his existence, and find a significant other, when he was introduced to sexy, enigmatic Hope—lead vocalist/guitarist for a local rock group—and soon fell in love.
Suddenly Stanley was feeling more fulfilled than he ever had and his life was changing quickly.
He had no idea that the woman at the center of his transformation—an artist, army brat, adrenaline junkie—was the most dangerous human specimen he would ever meet.
Was his ticket to a nightmare worse than any he had ever dreamed.
No longer content to do nothing or to let the whole of his thoughts stew within, he looked over at the woman beside him, a warm cipher, his body like it was filled with quivering water; took a moment, deliberating; then spoke.
“I really feel—after this morning, and I already had kind of, sometimes, felt this way—like I don’t know you. Or I’m finally starting to, and from what little I know even now you aren’t who I thought.”
“Well then, sweetie.” She met his eyes, her dark irises devoid of distinct emotion. “I promise: I’m going to totally open up about myself. Tonight. Maybe you just haven’t been inquisitive enough.”
