Xanthe nearly burst out laughing. She'd never seen anyone express confusion and disgust on one face. It was almost impressive. But she was here on a mission, and pausing to admire his reaction wasn't part of it.
"I wouldn't know, Lorenzo," she replied nonchalantly, her hands now rearranging her hair. "I never got to meet any of my parents."
She breezed past him to the side of the car, checking her reflection in the tinted window.
For a moment, Lorenzo stood still unable to form words, but after regaining composure, he grabbed her arm in a fierce grip and swung her to face him.
"What were you doing in my trunk?" he snapped. "Scratch that! Why in the world did you follow me here?" His eyes flickered around as if worried someone might be watching. "Do you have any idea where we are?"
