Oh, God. Indy. He’s behind me now. What if the SUV misses me but hits him?
An entire lifetime spins through my mind in an instant.
Living with Indy. Getting engaged. Marrying him. Getting our first pet. Maybe even having kids. Growing old together.
I can’t lose him.
Then Indy pulls me down beside a parked car, his body curving around me.
Thankful tears spring to my eyes.
He’s alive. We’re safe.
“Shit,” Indy hisses. “Who the fuck?—”
“Bea!” someone shouts from a distance.
No. Not someone. Derek.
My brain immediately denies it.
Derek wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“Stay down,” Indy orders. “Call Rafe. Now.”
Then he stands up, and my heart stops all over again.
“Stay down!” I plead. “It’s not safe. Derek?—”
“Bea! Indy!”
It’s Derek again.
He sounds worried. Even scared. But murderous?
Indy pulls out his gun from beneath his shirt. As tires squeal again, he fires off a shot. And another.
“Indy.Please. Stay down.”
“I need to stop him,” Indy replies. His voice is dangerously calm. “I need to know who it is.”
“Derek?” I ask. “Could it be?—”
“Fuck!” Derek appears beside us, breathing hard. “What the fuck? Someone tried to hit you. Shit!”
“Derek!” I blurt. And I’m so thankful he wasn’t the one driving, I start to cry. “I don’t know what’s happening. The SUV…”
“Stay with her,” Indy tells Derek. “I shot out one of the tires. I need?—”
“Of course.” Derek whips out a gun. Then he crouches beside me, his weapon drawn as he scans our surroundings.
Indy touches my shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I promise. Just stay here. Don’t move this time.Please.”
And before I can respond, he’s off and running.
“Indy, no!”
My body wants to go after him. So does my heart. But Derek grabs my arm firmly and says, “Bea. I know. But he’s got it.”
