“WHERE’S ISLA?” It was Becca’s words the moment she saw Apollo.

Apollo grimaced and arched his brow as he got her luggage.

“Why didn’t you bring—”

“Can’t you just get in the car and stop finding the person that is not here?”

Becca arched her brow. “That’s why I’m looking for her because she’s not here,” she replied and rolled her eyes.

Apollo sighed. “Can’t you just stop talking and walk silently?”

Becca scoffed and looked at him. “God gave me this…” she pointed her mouth, “—to have the freedom to speak,” she added.

Apollo pressed his lips and didn’t utter a word again until they stepped inside his car....