HopeI put my foot on the accelerator to speed up my car through the empty road. ‘Thunder’ by Imagine Dragons was blaring through the speakers of my Porsche. I had just crossed the borders of Texas and was speeding my way inside the city.

I crossed the distance between Ethan and me, grabbed his shoulder from behind, and pulled him off Stella’s body.Stella stumbled back on her feet from the impact but caught herself from falling.

Instead of answering me, he waited for a couple of seconds, making me feel self conscious as hell. And then he nodded his head at me and took a step backward, inviting me in.“Thank you.” I mumbled in a low tone and quickly went ahead to stand in front of the coffee counter.The mysterious beauty man walked around the counter and started to prepare the coffee.Even though I did not want to appear as some desperate, horny, cringing woman, unknowingly my gaze kept going back to look at him.The way he looked, it was impossible to imagine him as a barista. But anyway, who was I to judge a person?“Your taste?” his voice had me almost fall down on the ground in shock.&ldquo

 The sound of bells chiming snatched my attention. I turned my head to see uncle Vincent walking inside with a carry bag in his hands, his eyes on us."What are you both doing?"

Turned out, Max had called the cops.When he was on the call earlier, he had called the police. When the police had arrived, Max and the police had greeted each other like long known best friends.