Chapter Fifty-nine
"The day I mistook you for my driver...I had just arrived from the States. How did you know how to get to my house?" She tried to read him to see if he was going to hide something, but as usual, she couldn't decipher so much from his face, except that he was looking at her as though she was asking something ridiculous or obvious.
"What's this about?"
"Just answer me, Austin." Her eyes flared.
"I guess you must have forgotten that this is Brighton. Mr Fallon is pretty popular here in Brighton. All I had to do was do a little research here and there while you were in my car and I found your house. Your face isn't also shielded from the media, even though you were in the United States of America," Austin explained.
What was she thinking? He'd been here all his life.
