Ethan watched the couple holding hands and exclaimed, "Clyde is holding a woman's hand? I thought he was born uninterested in women."
Wayne moved closer, equally amazed. "And he seems to obey Poor Little Thing's every word... He doesn't even listen to Mrs. Lawson this much, does he?"
The two whispered to each other while scrutinizing Hannah. She blushed from embarrassment.
"What are they doing here?" Hannah couldn't imagine facing their teasing looks.
Clyde whispered, "I let Vincent go home. Ethan's driver drove me here."
Ethan and Wayne had insisted on following, just like they usually did, so Clyde hadn't thought to stop them.
Now he felt uneasy. Hannah was a girl, and it was inappropriate for her to be in a car with two unfamiliar men late at night.
"Ethan," Clyde called out, "yo
