CHAPTER SEVEN
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HOLDING HER HAND AS if he were afraid that she would split and run away, Mark led Ella out of the bar. The couple's proposition had shocked her, and Mark thought that he shouldn't let go of her hand just yet. He wanted to explore where their acquaintance could go.
Outside the club, the air was cool, and Mark drew a deep breath. Then he turned to Ella to ask her if she wanted to ride with him in his car, but his eyes fell on the deep frown between the woman’s eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”
Ella just kept looking at him for a few moments. She assessed him with clinical detachment, although she bit her lips at the same time. She wanted to say something, but she hesitated.
“Come on, Ella, whatever you want to say, just say it,” he nudged her, pulling her hand pl
