Hailey, who had twisted her waist, noticed something.

“Whose car is this?” she asked abruptly.

“Can’t you tell?” Travis said casually.

Hailey knew whose car it was. She was not willing to believe it was true. She could not focus on her sore body. She then stood up and looked anxious.

It was very dark outside. Travis had found a delightful spot. If the car had no license plate, they wouldn’t worry.

“Did... anyone see us?” Taking a chance, she posed the question.

If a person ...