Part 7
Liz smiled to herself as Ben shifted from foot to foot, searching through his book-bag for the key to his apartment. "Are you sure it's in there?" She asked again.
"I saw my dad put it in here this morning." Ben replied, sounding annoyed. "I just don't understand where it could be." Liz reflected that perhaps Ben's father wasn't as unaware of Michael's habit of letting certain responsibilities slip his mind as she had feared. It seemed that he had sent his son off to school well-prepared.
Liz tried the door again. "Well, I guess we can just sit here until they get back." Liz suggested. She backed up to the door, slid to the floor, patted the spot beside her. "Have a seat. You can finish telling me about the hockey game you watched with Michael last night." Anything to help him keep his mind off his near miss with the car. He had been practically catatonic during the entire walk to the apartment block where he lived, had only started to relax when Liz had taken him by the hand and had started him talking about Michael, his favorite subject.
Ben's face lit up. Liz had been right in her assessment that to this child, everything Michael Guerin did was worth discussing at length. "He explained all the rules to me." Ben told her proudly. "And he even told me that that he might be able to find me a league to play in this winter!" Liz raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on that. If anyone could find a kid's ice hockey league in New Mexico, it was Michael.
She snapped back to attention when she realized that Ben was nudging her with his elbow. "You told me that you would tell me some stories about Michael from when he was a kid."
"Well, Michael didn't like school very much." Liz replied, grinning, "As I'm sure you're already aware, but I did work with him at my dad's restaurant. It's called the Crashdown."
"The Crashdown!" Ben exclaimed. "My dad told me that he would take me there when we go visit my grandpa and grandma in Roswell."
Liz had pretty much determined by now that she [I]had[/I] to know Ben's father. There was absolutely no way she couldn't - they had clearly grown up together and if he had been in the Crashdown... She opened her mouth to ask Ben his dad's name again - every time she had done so before they had somehow gotten off the subject, but there was no time like the present.
And then a thought struck her so suddenly, she wondered how she could have been so completely stupid as to not have realized it right away.
Ben's dad had known Michael since the fourth grade.
He had trusted Michael to look after his child, when no one in their right mind would do so, unless they [I]really[/I] knew Michael.
Michael had done everything in his power to convince her that she [I]didn't[/I] know Ben's father and had sweated profusely while doing so.
There had been something familiar about this kid from the first moment she had laid eyes on him this morning.
It was absolutely crazy...
And yet, somehow, she knew she was right.
Liz felt her breath beginning to come in short gasps. She turned to stare down at the little boy sitting beside her. "Ben..." Her tone of voice must have alerted the boy that something was wrong because he turned his head, glanced up at her worriedly.
His blue eyes gleamed, attracting her gaze like a moth to light.
And then, she knew it without a shadow of a doubt. They displayed none of the guile that had always been present in the eyes of the person Liz most despised in the universe, but there was no question they were the same unique, vivid blue.
They were Tess Harding's eyes.
How on Earth was this possible? How could she be sitting on the floor of a dirty apartment building beside the child that she [I]knew[/I] was Max Evans's son?
And if this was Max Evans's son, then Max Evans was back on Earth.
He was back on Earth and he hadn't even come to see her.
The pain, when it hit, was so sudden and so surprising, it made her close her eyes.
Well, it was officially confirmed. The dreams had been a clue. The doubts about her impending nuptials - in fact, her entire future - had been for a very specific reason.
She was not over Max Evans and, to top it all off, she was going to have to face him too.
"Liz?" Ben's voice sounded scared. "You look really weird. Are you okay?" His small hand reached out, grasped her sleeve. "What's wrong?"
But she couldn't speak. She couldn't move. All she could do was stare at him.
It was then that she became aware of approaching voices. Two people were arguing as they came out of the elevator down the hall.
"....so irresponsible Michael! The kid can't eat McDonald's and pizza every night! Do you guys even [I]try[/I] cooking? There's a grocery store right down the street!"
Maria. Liz's eyes lit on her friend, trailing behind Michael, who was carrying two grocery bags that Maria had obviously dumped on him.
The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place so quickly, Liz felt faint again. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the wall for support.
Ben jumped to his feet. "Michael! Hurry! Something's wrong with Liz!"
"There you are kid! You gave me a heart attack! Your dad told you to wait for me." There was a pause, and then, "What's Liz doing here?"
Liz had climbed unsteadily to her feet. She reached out, put her hand on Ben's shoulder. "I'm...I'm okay." She took a deep breath, began to feel her shock fading and it was quickly being replaced by another emotion so strong, she almost squeezed Ben's shoulder to control it before she realized what she was doing.
Rage.
She pulled her hand back sharply, clenched it into a fist at her side.
She narrowed her eyes at her best friend, who was staring at her white-faced. Maria had better not have known about this. Because if all that talk yesterday, about her not being over Max, had been her unsubtle way of paving the way for Max Evans to waltz back into her life...Well, Liz would never forgive her.
Liz full-out glared at Michael when he started to talk again, clearly about to try and brazen his way out of the awkward situation in which they found themselves. "Hey Liz. Thanks for bringing him back, but you can go now. Maria and I, we hooked up again and she's going to help me look after him until Ben's dad gets back."
"We so did NOT hook back up again." Maria inserted, sounding outraged.
"Is this Maria?" Ben asked, sounding excited and ignoring the fact that Maria looked like she was about to belt Michael. "Hi! I'm Ben."
"I see my name precedes me." Maria replied wryly after taking a deep breath, her eyes returning to Liz worriedly. "It's nice to meet you Ben."
"Yeah, my dad talks about you all the time. He said that you were the only one who could control Michael." Ben looked at Michael for approval. "Right Michael?"
"Er - right buddy."
Liz started to walk towards Michael. She saw his eyes widen, as he had clearly seen the expression she knew was on her face. He actually took a step backwards before getting a hold of himself. "I'm wondering how Ben's dad knows so much about your relationship with Maria Michael?" Liz asked, trying to make it clear that she knew [I]exactly[/I] why he knew so much. "I also wonder how it is that Ben's dad grew up in Roswell, with [I]you[/I], and yet I don't know him?" She tilted her head, glanced at Maria. "Isn't that weird Maria?"
"Not so weird Liz." Maria replied, sighing and shaking her head. "I swear chica, I didn't know until like an hour ago."
Liz raised an eyebrow, her anger flowing through her veins like some sort of super drug. "Where is he?"
Michael made one last ditch effort, but it was weak, and Liz could see from the way his shoulders slumped that even [I]he[/I] knew it. "Where's who?"
Liz felt her nostrils flare as she breathed in deeply, doing her best not to erupt in front of Ben. "Hey Ben?" Liz asked through gritted teeth. "Remember how we were saying that I probably knew your dad?"
"Yeah." His tone was uncertain. When Liz looked at him, she could see the little boy shifting his gaze between she and Michael, beginning to clue in on the fact that something was wrong here.
"Why don't you just tell me your father's name? And then we'll know for sure."
"It's Max." Ben replied. "Max Evans. Do you know him?" He continued eagerly.
"Surprise! I do." Liz replied. "Very well in fact. And I want Michael to tell me where I can find him, so that I can go say...[I]hi.[/I]"
Michael just shook his head in resignation, sighed heavily. "Isabel's."
"Thank you very much." Liz turned back to Ben, pulled him towards her for a brief hug. He was still staring at her, looking a little worried. "I'll see you tomorrow Ben." She paused, her anger beginning to fade towards Michael and Maria. She believed that Maria hadn't known, also believed that Maria would have told her the truth as soon as she next saw her, although she wasn't sure why Maria hadn't sought her out right away. She also believed that Michael had only been following Max's orders by not telling her.
None of this was their fault. And, because of that, she wasn't going to take it out on them.
She was going to take it out on the person who MOST deserved it.
Plus, she needed to tell Michael about what had almost happened that afternoon.
"Michael. I need to talk to you for a minute." Liz said. Michael looked so surprised at her about-face, she actually saw him glance behind Maria, as though considering a full-out retreat. "It's okay."
"C'mon Ben." Maria interrupted, taking the grocery bags away from Michael. "I'm going to show you how to make pancakes." She glanced at Liz as Michael unlocked the apartment door and Ben entered, waving to Liz before he disappeared. "Lizzie, don't be too hard on him. Let him explain." She paused. "I talked to him a bit this afternoon and he [I]sort[/I] of had a reason for not seeing you. Not a GOOD one, but one that I can understand."
Liz didn't reply. Maria sighed, followed Ben into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
"Liz, I'm sorry..." Michael began, raising his hands, like he expected her to attack him. "He called me ten days ago. I [I]had[/I] to go. They were both in pretty rough shape. It took him a good two weeks to work up the strength to even call me. And I [I]know[/I] he wanted to see you, but he heard about Dan and..."
"Michael, I don't want you to make excuses for him." Liz interjected impatiently. "Listen to me. Someone tried to run Ben down after school today. It's why I brought him home."
"What?" Michael exploded. "Is he okay?"
"Well, clearly he is." Liz shook her head. "That's not the point. Is he in danger? Is Max in danger? Did your enemies follow them back here?"
Michael still looked stunned. "Max told me...that Khivar was dead." He finally managed to choke out.
"Does he know that for sure?" Liz demanded.
"He seemed pretty sure. It must have been an accident. But thank God he's okay." Michael had leaned his hand against the wall, was staring down at the floor. It suddenly hit Liz how much Michael already cared about Ben too. Liz didn't blame him. She had been drawn to him from the first moment she had met him as well - there was something special about him.
The kid was amazing. How on God's green Earth could he be Tess Harding's son?
He's not [I]just[/I] Tess's son, a small voice in the back of her head reminded her.
He was Max's son too.
And suddenly it hit Liz why she had liked him so much. He reminded her of Max...
At least, that's what she thought it was. Something wasn't quite right about that though.
As she reflected on it, she realized he wasn't really like Max at all. He was outgoing where Max had always been shy. He bonded easily with people, whereas Max had never trusted anyone...
Except her. He had [I]always[/I] trusted her. From the first moment he had laid eyes on her when he had been younger than Ben.
Max! Her heart screamed his name. She took deep breaths, trying to force it to slow down. It was pounding so hard, she thought Michael must be able to hear it.
She was going to see Max. He had come back. And somehow, Liz knew, deep in her heart, which was why it was [I]still[/I] beating maniacally, that he had come back to [I]her[/I].
"Michael..." Liz paused, searching for the words, suddenly wondering exactly what Max had had to go through to get back to Earth. "Is he...is he okay?"
Michael shrugged. "He's Max Liz."
Liz closed her eyes briefly, opened them finally and laughed, the sound more bitter than she had intended. "But did we even know who Max was Michael?"
She had thought that she was over everything that had happened, that she had forgiven him. She had told Isabel as much only last night.
Apparently she had been wrong.
Michael just stared at her helplessly, not knowing what to say and not wanting to make things worse by saying the wrong thing.
"Never mind." Liz walked past him. "I'm going to find out. Right now."
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Max stared at the small split-level, his expression blank.
She lived there. Right behind that door. The girl he had grown up with. The sister who had betrayed him in their past life, but who had done everything in her power to ensure that she didn't do it again in this one.
Isabel.
He knew that she was going to scream at him. Now, as the time approached, he was actually looking forward to it. He deserved it and it would be nice to actually feel like he was beginning to pay for some of his sins.
So then why couldn't he seem to make himself walk up the pathway to the front door?
Max scrubbed his hand across his face, took a step forward.
He knew then that he couldn't do it. He couldn't face her. Her or Liz.
It was why he had avoided them for so long. He had spouted all that malarkey to Kyle and Maria about not wanting to disrupt [I]their[/I] lives. It was bull. Kyle had been right...
He was a coward.
Max snorted to himself. He could kill Khivar, his most dangerous foe, but he couldn't even face his own sister.
He was about to turn away, ready to return to his car, ready to let Maria or Michael tell them the truth, ready to let them come to [I]him[/I], ready to give them one more reason to hate him, when he realized that the car that was coming down the street was turning into Isabel's drive-way.
Well, so much for cowardice.
Max swallowed, hard, waited for the person behind the wheel to get out. It was dark out by now. He couldn't see the person in the car well enough to make out if it was Isabel or her husband, but he could tell that they had seen [I]him[/I]. The person was clearly staring at him, hands still glued to the steering wheel.
But when the person finally opened the door and stepped out, it was the last person Max had expected.
It wasn't Isabel. It wasn't Jesse.
It was Liz's fiancé, Dan Riley. And Dan Riley looked as pissed off as hell.
To be continued...
Liz smiled to herself as Ben shifted from foot to foot, searching through his book-bag for the key to his apartment. "Are you sure it's in there?" She asked again.
"I saw my dad put it in here this morning." Ben replied, sounding annoyed. "I just don't understand where it could be." Liz reflected that perhaps Ben's father wasn't as unaware of Michael's habit of letting certain responsibilities slip his mind as she had feared. It seemed that he had sent his son off to school well-prepared.
Liz tried the door again. "Well, I guess we can just sit here until they get back." Liz suggested. She backed up to the door, slid to the floor, patted the spot beside her. "Have a seat. You can finish telling me about the hockey game you watched with Michael last night." Anything to help him keep his mind off his near miss with the car. He had been practically catatonic during the entire walk to the apartment block where he lived, had only started to relax when Liz had taken him by the hand and had started him talking about Michael, his favorite subject.
Ben's face lit up. Liz had been right in her assessment that to this child, everything Michael Guerin did was worth discussing at length. "He explained all the rules to me." Ben told her proudly. "And he even told me that that he might be able to find me a league to play in this winter!" Liz raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on that. If anyone could find a kid's ice hockey league in New Mexico, it was Michael.
She snapped back to attention when she realized that Ben was nudging her with his elbow. "You told me that you would tell me some stories about Michael from when he was a kid."
"Well, Michael didn't like school very much." Liz replied, grinning, "As I'm sure you're already aware, but I did work with him at my dad's restaurant. It's called the Crashdown."
"The Crashdown!" Ben exclaimed. "My dad told me that he would take me there when we go visit my grandpa and grandma in Roswell."
Liz had pretty much determined by now that she [I]had[/I] to know Ben's father. There was absolutely no way she couldn't - they had clearly grown up together and if he had been in the Crashdown... She opened her mouth to ask Ben his dad's name again - every time she had done so before they had somehow gotten off the subject, but there was no time like the present.
And then a thought struck her so suddenly, she wondered how she could have been so completely stupid as to not have realized it right away.
Ben's dad had known Michael since the fourth grade.
He had trusted Michael to look after his child, when no one in their right mind would do so, unless they [I]really[/I] knew Michael.
Michael had done everything in his power to convince her that she [I]didn't[/I] know Ben's father and had sweated profusely while doing so.
There had been something familiar about this kid from the first moment she had laid eyes on him this morning.
It was absolutely crazy...
And yet, somehow, she knew she was right.
Liz felt her breath beginning to come in short gasps. She turned to stare down at the little boy sitting beside her. "Ben..." Her tone of voice must have alerted the boy that something was wrong because he turned his head, glanced up at her worriedly.
His blue eyes gleamed, attracting her gaze like a moth to light.
And then, she knew it without a shadow of a doubt. They displayed none of the guile that had always been present in the eyes of the person Liz most despised in the universe, but there was no question they were the same unique, vivid blue.
They were Tess Harding's eyes.
How on Earth was this possible? How could she be sitting on the floor of a dirty apartment building beside the child that she [I]knew[/I] was Max Evans's son?
And if this was Max Evans's son, then Max Evans was back on Earth.
He was back on Earth and he hadn't even come to see her.
The pain, when it hit, was so sudden and so surprising, it made her close her eyes.
Well, it was officially confirmed. The dreams had been a clue. The doubts about her impending nuptials - in fact, her entire future - had been for a very specific reason.
She was not over Max Evans and, to top it all off, she was going to have to face him too.
"Liz?" Ben's voice sounded scared. "You look really weird. Are you okay?" His small hand reached out, grasped her sleeve. "What's wrong?"
But she couldn't speak. She couldn't move. All she could do was stare at him.
It was then that she became aware of approaching voices. Two people were arguing as they came out of the elevator down the hall.
"....so irresponsible Michael! The kid can't eat McDonald's and pizza every night! Do you guys even [I]try[/I] cooking? There's a grocery store right down the street!"
Maria. Liz's eyes lit on her friend, trailing behind Michael, who was carrying two grocery bags that Maria had obviously dumped on him.
The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place so quickly, Liz felt faint again. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the wall for support.
Ben jumped to his feet. "Michael! Hurry! Something's wrong with Liz!"
"There you are kid! You gave me a heart attack! Your dad told you to wait for me." There was a pause, and then, "What's Liz doing here?"
Liz had climbed unsteadily to her feet. She reached out, put her hand on Ben's shoulder. "I'm...I'm okay." She took a deep breath, began to feel her shock fading and it was quickly being replaced by another emotion so strong, she almost squeezed Ben's shoulder to control it before she realized what she was doing.
Rage.
She pulled her hand back sharply, clenched it into a fist at her side.
She narrowed her eyes at her best friend, who was staring at her white-faced. Maria had better not have known about this. Because if all that talk yesterday, about her not being over Max, had been her unsubtle way of paving the way for Max Evans to waltz back into her life...Well, Liz would never forgive her.
Liz full-out glared at Michael when he started to talk again, clearly about to try and brazen his way out of the awkward situation in which they found themselves. "Hey Liz. Thanks for bringing him back, but you can go now. Maria and I, we hooked up again and she's going to help me look after him until Ben's dad gets back."
"We so did NOT hook back up again." Maria inserted, sounding outraged.
"Is this Maria?" Ben asked, sounding excited and ignoring the fact that Maria looked like she was about to belt Michael. "Hi! I'm Ben."
"I see my name precedes me." Maria replied wryly after taking a deep breath, her eyes returning to Liz worriedly. "It's nice to meet you Ben."
"Yeah, my dad talks about you all the time. He said that you were the only one who could control Michael." Ben looked at Michael for approval. "Right Michael?"
"Er - right buddy."
Liz started to walk towards Michael. She saw his eyes widen, as he had clearly seen the expression she knew was on her face. He actually took a step backwards before getting a hold of himself. "I'm wondering how Ben's dad knows so much about your relationship with Maria Michael?" Liz asked, trying to make it clear that she knew [I]exactly[/I] why he knew so much. "I also wonder how it is that Ben's dad grew up in Roswell, with [I]you[/I], and yet I don't know him?" She tilted her head, glanced at Maria. "Isn't that weird Maria?"
"Not so weird Liz." Maria replied, sighing and shaking her head. "I swear chica, I didn't know until like an hour ago."
Liz raised an eyebrow, her anger flowing through her veins like some sort of super drug. "Where is he?"
Michael made one last ditch effort, but it was weak, and Liz could see from the way his shoulders slumped that even [I]he[/I] knew it. "Where's who?"
Liz felt her nostrils flare as she breathed in deeply, doing her best not to erupt in front of Ben. "Hey Ben?" Liz asked through gritted teeth. "Remember how we were saying that I probably knew your dad?"
"Yeah." His tone was uncertain. When Liz looked at him, she could see the little boy shifting his gaze between she and Michael, beginning to clue in on the fact that something was wrong here.
"Why don't you just tell me your father's name? And then we'll know for sure."
"It's Max." Ben replied. "Max Evans. Do you know him?" He continued eagerly.
"Surprise! I do." Liz replied. "Very well in fact. And I want Michael to tell me where I can find him, so that I can go say...[I]hi.[/I]"
Michael just shook his head in resignation, sighed heavily. "Isabel's."
"Thank you very much." Liz turned back to Ben, pulled him towards her for a brief hug. He was still staring at her, looking a little worried. "I'll see you tomorrow Ben." She paused, her anger beginning to fade towards Michael and Maria. She believed that Maria hadn't known, also believed that Maria would have told her the truth as soon as she next saw her, although she wasn't sure why Maria hadn't sought her out right away. She also believed that Michael had only been following Max's orders by not telling her.
None of this was their fault. And, because of that, she wasn't going to take it out on them.
She was going to take it out on the person who MOST deserved it.
Plus, she needed to tell Michael about what had almost happened that afternoon.
"Michael. I need to talk to you for a minute." Liz said. Michael looked so surprised at her about-face, she actually saw him glance behind Maria, as though considering a full-out retreat. "It's okay."
"C'mon Ben." Maria interrupted, taking the grocery bags away from Michael. "I'm going to show you how to make pancakes." She glanced at Liz as Michael unlocked the apartment door and Ben entered, waving to Liz before he disappeared. "Lizzie, don't be too hard on him. Let him explain." She paused. "I talked to him a bit this afternoon and he [I]sort[/I] of had a reason for not seeing you. Not a GOOD one, but one that I can understand."
Liz didn't reply. Maria sighed, followed Ben into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
"Liz, I'm sorry..." Michael began, raising his hands, like he expected her to attack him. "He called me ten days ago. I [I]had[/I] to go. They were both in pretty rough shape. It took him a good two weeks to work up the strength to even call me. And I [I]know[/I] he wanted to see you, but he heard about Dan and..."
"Michael, I don't want you to make excuses for him." Liz interjected impatiently. "Listen to me. Someone tried to run Ben down after school today. It's why I brought him home."
"What?" Michael exploded. "Is he okay?"
"Well, clearly he is." Liz shook her head. "That's not the point. Is he in danger? Is Max in danger? Did your enemies follow them back here?"
Michael still looked stunned. "Max told me...that Khivar was dead." He finally managed to choke out.
"Does he know that for sure?" Liz demanded.
"He seemed pretty sure. It must have been an accident. But thank God he's okay." Michael had leaned his hand against the wall, was staring down at the floor. It suddenly hit Liz how much Michael already cared about Ben too. Liz didn't blame him. She had been drawn to him from the first moment she had met him as well - there was something special about him.
The kid was amazing. How on God's green Earth could he be Tess Harding's son?
He's not [I]just[/I] Tess's son, a small voice in the back of her head reminded her.
He was Max's son too.
And suddenly it hit Liz why she had liked him so much. He reminded her of Max...
At least, that's what she thought it was. Something wasn't quite right about that though.
As she reflected on it, she realized he wasn't really like Max at all. He was outgoing where Max had always been shy. He bonded easily with people, whereas Max had never trusted anyone...
Except her. He had [I]always[/I] trusted her. From the first moment he had laid eyes on her when he had been younger than Ben.
Max! Her heart screamed his name. She took deep breaths, trying to force it to slow down. It was pounding so hard, she thought Michael must be able to hear it.
She was going to see Max. He had come back. And somehow, Liz knew, deep in her heart, which was why it was [I]still[/I] beating maniacally, that he had come back to [I]her[/I].
"Michael..." Liz paused, searching for the words, suddenly wondering exactly what Max had had to go through to get back to Earth. "Is he...is he okay?"
Michael shrugged. "He's Max Liz."
Liz closed her eyes briefly, opened them finally and laughed, the sound more bitter than she had intended. "But did we even know who Max was Michael?"
She had thought that she was over everything that had happened, that she had forgiven him. She had told Isabel as much only last night.
Apparently she had been wrong.
Michael just stared at her helplessly, not knowing what to say and not wanting to make things worse by saying the wrong thing.
"Never mind." Liz walked past him. "I'm going to find out. Right now."
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Max stared at the small split-level, his expression blank.
She lived there. Right behind that door. The girl he had grown up with. The sister who had betrayed him in their past life, but who had done everything in her power to ensure that she didn't do it again in this one.
Isabel.
He knew that she was going to scream at him. Now, as the time approached, he was actually looking forward to it. He deserved it and it would be nice to actually feel like he was beginning to pay for some of his sins.
So then why couldn't he seem to make himself walk up the pathway to the front door?
Max scrubbed his hand across his face, took a step forward.
He knew then that he couldn't do it. He couldn't face her. Her or Liz.
It was why he had avoided them for so long. He had spouted all that malarkey to Kyle and Maria about not wanting to disrupt [I]their[/I] lives. It was bull. Kyle had been right...
He was a coward.
Max snorted to himself. He could kill Khivar, his most dangerous foe, but he couldn't even face his own sister.
He was about to turn away, ready to return to his car, ready to let Maria or Michael tell them the truth, ready to let them come to [I]him[/I], ready to give them one more reason to hate him, when he realized that the car that was coming down the street was turning into Isabel's drive-way.
Well, so much for cowardice.
Max swallowed, hard, waited for the person behind the wheel to get out. It was dark out by now. He couldn't see the person in the car well enough to make out if it was Isabel or her husband, but he could tell that they had seen [I]him[/I]. The person was clearly staring at him, hands still glued to the steering wheel.
But when the person finally opened the door and stepped out, it was the last person Max had expected.
It wasn't Isabel. It wasn't Jesse.
It was Liz's fiancé, Dan Riley. And Dan Riley looked as pissed off as hell.
To be continued...