“That went well,” Clara said to Elian after they dropped Isabella back to his parent’s home. Ben and his security team were riding in the car behind them, and Elian was driving the Aston Martin, feeling like a superspy being chased by villains; or at least it’s what he’d told her.
“He seems like he’s a good kid,” Elian nodded keeping his eyes on the road and not looking in her direction.
Clara stared at him. “You lying weasel!” she slapped at his arm. “You wanted them to meet!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” a flush rose from his neck up his jawline.
She almost pulled her seatbelt off to turn and face him. “I know you’re lying Elian. You put Merry-Beth up to it didn’t you. Did Mikhail know?” As he stared at the road ahead of them, she groaned. “Oh my god he was in on it too.
