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"What?"

"Get out." Holding the car door for her, Noah intoned.

Isla looked around and pulling the seatbelt she held onto it firmly. She nodded her head showing him her whitening teeth as she insisted, "No, I am not getting out. I'm going back with you."

Letting out a sigh suddenly he leaned inside the car, trying to get her out when Isla grabbed onto the seatbelt and kept saying no. They were bickering like a couple constantly... suddenly he put his finger on her lips and hushed, "Shhh!"

Noah stared at the rearview mirror of the car and Isla followed his direction. Behind their car was another car and two pairs of eyes were focused on them. No, it was not people looking at couples bickering but they looked like some gangsters.

Acknowledging the situation they were in, Noah and Isla both gazed at each other and he moved his finger from her lips.

They both said in unison, "Someone is following us."

With a nod, Noah added, "I have noticed this car has been behind my car all the time si