That was easy enough, Scout thought as she shut off the car’s engine. Especially when she got a text from Ivar exactly at one in the afternoon, just like he’d promised. Meet me at the end of Navy Pier. I’ll be waiting for you. It wasn’t the best weather for a waterside meet-up. As she threaded through the mall and onto the famous pier jutting out into Lake Michigan, she buttoned her jacket all the way up as a chill breeze slid over her. The sun had been swallowed by gray cloud cover, and she felt inside her bag for the collapsible umbrella that resided at the very bottom. Satisfied that she had that base covered, she went about psyching herself up for whatever waited for her at the end of the pier. A date, she reminded herself while a wild fluttering kicked up in her stomach. What waited for her was an actual freaking date, with none other than Ivar Fournier, aka Trouble. She had to have a screw loose, because as much as her instincts told her to keep her guard up, she couldn’t wait to see him.
