The man laughed, as did his buddies.
“She’s playing hard to get,” another one said.
“Get out of my way,” she snapped.
“You heard her, get out of her way.”
Skylar sighed with relief when she heard Rawley’s voice. The men all turned to look at him.
“Damn, you again. Like I said before, you can’t take all of us on.”
“Maybe not, but I’ll give it a shot.”
“You’d never be able to get back up.” The man removed his hand from the wall, stepped close to Rawley and stared at him. Though, he had to look up since Rawley was taller.
“You talk big for such a little man,” Rawley said.
When Skylar laughed, the guy spun around and stared at her.
“I’m more than enough man for you, honey.”
She snorted. “In your dreams, maybe, and I amnotyour honey.”
Rawley held his hand out to her, and she placed hers in his, then he nodded at the men, turned and led her back to the stools.
Once they sat down, she blew out a relieved breath.
“Are you alright?” Rawley asked.
“Yes. I tried to get past them before they saw me, but I didn’t quite make it.”
“Yeah, I saw. That’s why I showed up. I don’t trust them. Not in the least.”
“I don’t either.”
“Let’s finish our drinks and we’ll go.” Rawley picked up his beer and downed it.
“Okay.” Skylar only had a sip left, so she drank it and watched as Rawley waved Scarlett over.
“Another round?” she asked with a smile.
“No, thanks. Just the bill, please, Scarlett,” Rawley said.
“Be right back.”
After paying for the drinks, Rawley took her hand, and they walked from the bar. Once they reached his truck, he looked over his shoulder.
“Are they following us?”
“I don’t see them.” He opened the passenger door for her and helped her climb inside the cab, then he strode around the front and slid onto the seat. He started the truck but kept his eyes on the doors of the bar.
As he eased out of the dimly lit parking lot, Skylar noticed that Rawley’s eyes rarely left the rearview mirror, scanning the dark ribbon of road behind them. The glow of the streetlights receded, and the night swallowed the rest. If those men were tailing them, they were good; no headlights glowed, no shapes loomed.
Skylar turned to look out the back window, her forehead nearly touching the glass. She exhaled softly; the sound lost in the hum of the truck’s engine.
“I don’t think they’re following us,” she said, voice taut.
He glanced to the side mirror. “I don’t see anyone.”
