9
Two dark blue SUVs were parked in front of my mother’s townhouse. Artan and two other guys, who had been with him at the club, leaned against the vehicles.
They straightened the moment I walked out of the house.
Sighing, I resumed my walk down my mother’s driveway, avoiding their stares. My gaze swept over her flower beds. Of course, my mother had planted the golden shrubs here too.
“Where are they?” Artan asked.
“Inside,” I muttered. “Probably making tea.”
He stepped in my way, and I halted before I ran into his chest. “What do you mean?”
“They’re still inside. Talking, I assume.” I looked at him. God, the guy was tall. Well, with me being only five-four almost anyone was tall, but this guy had to be at least six-two, maybe six-three. “Excuse me.” Artan gestured to the SUV. “I’m
