to be mad that she and Kellen were invading their staff only room?
Kellen didn’t seem bothered. He stood and crossed to the guys. “Just in time.”
Morgan stood too, following him. “Just in time for what?”
“At the risk of sounding like a Disney movie, we’re about to show you a whole new world.”
Chapter Three
Morgan allowed herself to be led to a car by Kellen and the two strangers. As she climbed into the back seat of the white Aston Martin, Morgan tried not to think about what her dad would say if he ever found out what she was doing.
Kellen sat in the back seat beside her, and the black-haired guy put the car in gear and started out of the parking lot before the blond cleared his throat.
“Ah, manners,” Kellen said. “Tesin and Wen,” he said, indicating the black-haired and blond-haired guys respectively.
“Tesin and Wen?” Morgan asked. “Not to be rude, but what kind of names are those?”
The blond, Wen, looked back at her and smiled. “Well, Wen’s short for Wendell.” He pulled a face. Then he indicated the black-haired guy with his thumb. “Tesin’s mom just had the good drugs when he was born.”
“Don’t listen to him. Tesin’s a family name. And it’s a helluva lot better than Wendell.”
Morgan smiled, not sure what else to do. “So… where are we going?”
Tesin gave a short laugh. “Nowhere.”
Morgan looked out the window as the scenery whipped by. The road they were on, she knew, had a speed limit of thirty-five. Morgan didn’t have to be able to see the speedometer to know they were probably approaching double that.
“Um, Tesin,” Morgan ventured tentatively. “We’re coming up on a police station. You might wanna slow down.”
Tesin shifted gears, but if anything the car sped up.
Morgan looked at Kellen, but his face was unreadable, passive even. She gripped the seat in front of her, positive they were going to crash at any moment.
Red and blue lights flashed through the car’s rear window and Morgan sighed with relief. She’d never been so happy for a cop to pull a car over for speeding.
But Tesin didn’t slow. He wove the car in and out of the lanes, dodging law-abiding citizens in cars traveling at half their speed. When he zipped through a light that turned red before their arrival, Morgan shook Tesin’s seat with as much force as she could muster. “Stop!”
Tesin downshifted and pulled the car into a church parking lot. Seconds elapsed before the police car pulled in after them.
Morgan glanced back at the police car and then looked at Kellen. “Is your friend insane?”
Kellen leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. He waggled his eyebrows and grinned. “All part of the show. Just watch.”
Morgan checked out the rear window again and saw the officer, a slim, broad-shouldered man, approaching their car. Tesin rolled down his window.
“License and registration.” The officer removed his sunglasses, hooking them on his shirt pocket by the ear piece.
From her place directly behind the driver’s seat, Morgan could see that Tesin was making no move to comply.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Tesin said.
The officer took a step closer, resting his forearm at the top of the doorframe and leaning down so that he was nearly level with Tesin. “Son, do you have any idea how fast you were going? Now, I’m sure you wanted to impress your friends here, but, let me tell you, talking back to me is only going to end badly. I recommend you hand over your license and registration.”
Tesin laughed—a full, round sound. Morgan made eye contact with the officer, trying to communicate with her eyes that she had no idea what was going on here.
The officer straightened and took a step back. “I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, please.”
“Yeah, not gonna do that either,” Tesin said. “But what I’m gonna do is ask you to leave now.”
Morgan looked from the back of Tesin’s head