There was really something about him Isabella couldn’t jig-saw, something about his height, his voice. She had this nudge he was familiar too. He watched her.
Number Two watched her through his mask. He knew better the smart pant was trying to figure things about him. “You have but two minutes,” he muttered and began to turn away to give her some privacy.
“Excuse me,” Ella interrupted.
“What again?” he growled, facing her squarely. Even his eyes burned like coal through the mask.
She tossed a chin at Mr. Big who was visibly ogling at her from the rear windshield. He too like Lordia had pulled off his mask, and it got Ella curious why this particular one still wore his. “I’m still exposed,” she complained.
Number Two heaved a sigh not knowing why he had a bad feeling about this. But to
