EVELYN'S POV
He's rich. He was way too wealthy for his age.
I glanced around the room all at once, swallowing hard.
"They are gone," he added, walking into the room. I watched as he tossed over the keys to a glass bowl, and then I could see several other keys. Were those car keys? Just how many cars does he really have?.
"Miss?" He called again, and then it dawned on me that I had zoned out. I didn't like it, but I had no choice; he didn't seem like the perverted or stalking type to me; he had only seen me twice, saved me twice and yet I was doubting him.
Those were all men, either liars, thieves, or corrupt, and for all I knew, he was a man, which meant he could have nine different hidden personalities. He was young, give or take. I looked older than he was, a year or two
