"I will probably buy a black dress and you will not have anything to wear to match." I joked because all he ever wore was black.

After eating all the Armstrong's food, I decided to call it a night. Lana and Brennan needed time to talk.

Well, that is what I told Stone so he would leave with me. Although, there was not much arguing on his part as we both said our goodbyes and left the house.

We were both making our way down the path from the front door when Charlie came chasing after us.

"Drizzy!" Charlie shouted while he hugged my leg "Promise you will come and see me soon."

I hugged him and promised him. That made him light up with glee before he ran back to the front door.

Just as Charlie was about to close the door, he turned back and shouted, "Bye Big Giant Man. Remember what I told you."

Once Charlie had disappeared from sight, I raised a brow wondering what the boy meant "What was that all about?"

"Nothing." Stone disclosed.

I shrugged it off and climbed into Stone's truck.

"Does your parents not wonder where you are?" I asked as I put my belt on "I do not want Mrs Lewis to think that I am stealing you away."

"Are you not?" He replied while smirking at me "Kelly works night shift a lot at the hospital. She knows where I am anyway."

"Did you tell her?"

He shook his head once with a small smile.

Taking a last look at the Armstrong house and thinking back to Lana and Brennan's last conversation, I asked Stone "Do you think they will be okay?"

"I don't know." He replied, obviously knowing who I was talking about.

Tapping my fingers on the door of his truck, I tried to swallow down my other questions.

That failed miserably because once he pulled out onto the road, I ended up telling him "I heard you on the phone when I was with Charlie in the bathroom."

He stole a quick look at me while turning off the street and questioning in a slightly demanding tone "What did you hear?"

"Not much." I truthfully answered, "But you sounded pissed off."

"People say that I am always pissed off."

"I don't think that." I disagreed before I added "What I think is that you don’t care what people think."

Stone kept his eyes on the road, but he smiled “No. I do not. I only care about what you think."

My head rested on the leather seat of the car as I tilted my head to see him better.

"Why?" I asked.

He glanced at me, and it was breath-taking how intense a second long look from him could make me feel.

His husky voice rang out through the truck "You know why."