"How did you two find me? I picked that area because of its remoteness, and yet…" Zack threw up his hands in frustration, looking at Ewan and Sandro who were seated before him in a plush restaurant, a far cry from the inn he had barely tolerated.
"We always do have our ways, you know that, Zack. You should also know by now that nothing can stop me from getting whatever I want." Ewan replied, sipping the cup of coffee before him.
Even though it was past midday, he needed it to calm down, to recharge. He hadn't had a coffee since today, an anomaly, totally Sandro's fault. They had both overslept.
After bumping into Zack outside, the latter had immediately dismissed the therapist whom Ewan believed had secured the interest of Zack, considering the latter had been blushing beet red in the face while telling the comely lady away.
Thereafter, he had instructed Zack to open the car, so they could get in and get away.
