Seriously, she’d gotten over her not-wanting-to-touch-it issue, so now every time she walked past the jar, she took one. Not because she wanted it, but because sheneededit. She was already out of cola skulls and was seriously considering ordering more.
“I love your hips,” Jace whispered, his breath brushing over her lips. “They’re as beautiful as the rest of you.”
Jace lookedup and down the street as he stepped outside. Even though Boyd was dead, Elle was right. They didn’t know why he’d targeted her, and that left an uneasy knot in his gut.
His fingers tightened around her hand as they made their way to his car. He helped her in before climbing behind the wheel and setting the cupcakes in the backseat. The second he looked at her, he forced the tension from his features.
“Ready to go home?”
“Now that I’m full of sugar and in serious need of a long nap? Definitely.”
Damn, her smile was gorgeous.
He started the car and pulled onto the street before reaching across for her hand. She slipped her fingers through his easily. He needed to be touching her today. Needed eyes on her and to have her close.
He’d only driven down a couple of streets when someone in the rearview mirror caught his attention. Whoever it was drove a red Honda with tinted windows, and they’d been behind him since they’d left Sugar and Spice.
He took another left, then a right.
Elle frowned. “Where are we going?”
The red car reappeared in the rearview mirror.
Jace tightened his fingers on the wheel. The asshole was following them.
“Something’s wrong,” Elle guessed before he could respond to her.
“Someone’s tailing us.”
She gasped and started to turn, but he grabbed her arm.
“Don’t.” He hit the Bluetooth on the steering wheel.
Eastern answered on the first ring. “Jace. Everything okay?”
“I’ve got a tail.”
“A tail?”
“A red Honda Accord. Plate numbers are TCA 4832. Can you run them?”
“Hang on.” There was the sound of typing. “It’s a rental car. I can contact the business and see who rented it, but it’ll take me a few minutes.”
Fuck. If he was alone, he’d lead the car into a dead end and approach them, but no way in hell was he doing that with Elle by his side. They could be armed.
“Do it,” Jace finally said. “I’m gonna lose them.”
“On it.”
The second the call ended, Jace shot a look at Elle. “Hold on, Tink.”
She gripped the grab handle, and he pressed his foot to the floor. They immediately sped up, and he took a hard right.
“Where are we going?” Elle asked.
“To Eastern.” He wasn’t sure if their tail would follow; it depended on how stupid he was or whether he knew this town well enough to know where they were headed.
His tires squealed as he took a right, then a left. He knew these roads like the back of his hand.
