Mason King was watching her, his gaze as dark as a midnight sea.
Epochally calm.
Unfathomably deep.
Suzanne Trent's eyes landed on him, ensuring he had buckled his seatbelt, and she quickly looked away, focusing on the road ahead, merging into traffic across from Caeser Mansion.
She didn't know what got into Mason King today, or what was haunting him. Being a passenger was one thing, acting like he was enjoying the ride in her old clunker was another, but also unabashedly staring at her was out of line. Even when Suzanne shot him confused glances multiple times, he continued to gaze at her undeterred.
She concentrated on driving, paying detailed attention to road safety, with barely a moment to analyze the deep meaning in his eyes. But being under his watch for the whole ride was starting to make her hair stand on end.
Finally, at a red light intersection, Suzanne stopped the car and looked over at him again.
He was still watching her.