His big burly body leaned against a wall a few metres away from where I was standing. His gaze was still locked on my face when his greased-up hands flexed again by his sides.

"I work here." The gruff voice finally spoke up.

It took me a good minute of stunned silence to think back to dinner with Armstrong's where he mentioned he was a mechanic.

Out of all of the garages in the whole of Santa Monica, I managed to end up at the one he worked at.

Stone was to his full towering height as he pushed his muscular build off the wall and made his way over to me. His ginormous body neared as he stole back the distance between himself and me.

The deep voice spoke again "What are you doing here?"

I forced myself to keep a serious expression and tone when I replied, "To see you."

One of his dark eyebrows rose as he tilted his head downwards so that he could study me further.

"Just kidding!" I laughed before telling him the real reason "Kermit has died."

The old mechanic next to us chuckled and reminded us both that he was standing there.

Mike turned to Stone and informed him "As soon as she said Kermit, I knew it was your Ella."

I felt my eyes widen.

"His Ella?" I mumbled under my breath "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

The giant looming over my body narrowed his eyes down at me.

"I can't believe this." I spoke up again to try and keep myself distracted from the heat running through my bloodstream "It is like my life is a labyrinth and at every end there is Stone. I can't escape you."

His chuckle was a deep rumbling sound that made my stomach flip.

Stone then looked back down at me with a serious expression when he uttered demandingly "What happened to you, Medusa?"

"I was driving to get some hair dye. Then my car made a massive booming noise." I sighed before explaining myself "I googled the nearest repair shop, and I ended up here."

The harsh line of his jaw stuck out as he grounded his molars.

"She has probably blown the gasket." The giant grumbled towards the other man in the room before he turned back to me and added "You might as well just get a new car."

"How could you say such a thing?" I accused, knowing he knew how much I loved my car.

"It is a hunk of junk."

I inhaled loudly to let him know that the idea itself was shocking.

Kermit was old but irreplaceable. I also did not have enough money to afford a new car unless I raided my dad's room for cash.

"How long will it take to fix?" I asked aloud.

"Two or three days." Stone gruffly replied.

"How much is it going to cost?"

The grumpy good-looking face scowled even further as he growled "No."