“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, unsure if this is the right way to handle my situation. I mean, the plan sounds great, but can we really pull it off? Can I?
Maverick turns his gaze from the road and nods. “I’m sure, Ms. Margaret—”
“Don’t call me that,” I correct him. “Call me Stella.”
He smiles. “In that case, you should call me Rick. That’s what my family and friends know me by.”
“Okay.”
“And to answer your question: yes, I’m sure about this. The question is: are you ready?”
I look out the window, wondering if I am. “I don’t know. What if we get caught? It’s not like I look like her.”
Maverick pulls over the car in front of an old building on a dark street. I look outside and decide everything around here looks shady as hell.
“What is this place?”
He takes out the keys
