“What’s wrong?”
In an instant, playful Waverly was replaced by Special Agent Mitchell. I quickly relayed what was happening as my foot pressed down on the accelerator.
“Where are you?”
“I’m heading south on Norway Avenue.” I was white-knuckling the leather steering wheel, like my death grip would somehow keep me from veering off the road. As she spouted off my location to someone in the background, I had a moment of doubt. “I could be overreacting. Maybe it’s a bad driver or a drunk driver.”
“All of those are possibilities, but I’m not taking any chances.” A car door slammed in the background and an engine revved. “We’ve alerted Huntington PD. They’re on the way to you and so am I. How far away is the truck now?”
My eyes left the road for all of three seconds, but it was enough for my heart rate to skyrocket.
“He’s on my arse,” I cursed through gritted teeth.
“It’s a man? You can see who’s behind the wheel?”
“No. The windows are tinted.”
I chanced another quick look in the mirror. The arsehole was so close to my bumper, I couldn’t even see his headlights. A heartbeat later, the SUV pitched forward as the truck slammed into the back of it. The jarring motion pulled the seat belt tight against my torso.
“Son of a bitch,” I yelled.
Whoever this bastard was, he was ballsy.
“What’s going on?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to answer her when the truck suddenly swerved into the left lane, clipping the corner of the SUV as he sped past me. The move sent my vehicle careening off the road. Dirt and gravel kicked up as I slammed on the brakes, finally coming to a stop mere feet away from a grove of trees.
“Finn!”
“I’m okay.”
The lie spilled from my lips easily. I was the furthest from “okay” I’d ever been in my life. My heart felt like it was trying to pound out of my chest and there was a high-pitched ringing in my ears, but I was unharmed.
“What happened?”
Taking a deep breath, I said the words that would make what happened real. “The truck hit me.”
“Motherfucker.”
Despite having just been run off the road, I grinned at the vehemence in her tone. Obviously, I was in a state of shock or having some sort of mental breakdown. One thing was for certain; Joel was going to lose his feckin’ mind.
“I’m okay.”
“Stop saying that,” she growled.
The sound of sirens eased a bit of the tension in my shoulders; however, it returned when my car door wasunceremoniously ripped open. A woman, with a badge clipped to her jeans, gave me a once-over with her assessing eyes. For some reason, it seemed she was looking for more than injuries.
“I’ve got him, Waverly.”
“I’ll be there in ten,” my girl responded before ending our call.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of there.”
She stepped back as I unhooked my seat belt then slid out of the vehicle. The second my feet hit the ground, I moved to the back of the SUV. Anger coursed through my body as I inspected the damage. A few scratches and dented metal were nothing compared to how bad it could’ve been.
When I stood from my squat, the woman was right there next to me. It was then that it hit me. She’d used Waverly’s name. Curiosity took over.
“Who are you?”
