“They saw me with you,” Stephanie whispered. “They’ll tell John.”
“You can say I kidnapped you.”
“Oh, sure.”
“It could be true.”
“That guy saw me lock my door.”
“Maybe I was holding a gun on you.”
She clenched her hands into fists.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, his breath frozen in his chest.
She swung her head toward him. “I don’t want to go back to John Reynard, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He managed to breathe.
She reached for his hand, and he felt the mental connection they’d established—and sensed her thoughts. Her fear of John Reynard. Her relief that she’d escaped. Her fear that perhaps she’d jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Yeah, he silently answered.
So now what?
I think we’d better not go to your cabin. Give me some other suggestions.
Houma?
The other guys could be looking for us there.
She named another town. “It’s about twenty miles from Houma.”
“That should work.”
As they drove away from the city, he felt a mixture of emotions. He’d found a woman who shared a bond with him that he’d never expected to experience again, but that might be the reason someone was trying to capture them.
She caught the thought.Sorry.
We’ll deal with it.
How?
It depends on what we’re up against.
He put thirty miles between them and the city before stopping at a shopping center.
“Just pick up a few things,” he said. “You can use my toothpaste.”
“I’m very particular about toothpaste. What brand?”
When he told her, she laughed. “I guess we were on the same wavelength there.”
He knew she was trying for a light tone as she exited the car. He hesitated for a moment, then climbed out.
She looked at him.
