“Could be those asshats from the airport,” was Rusty’s addition.
Emily hated to be left out, so she added, “Could be the authoritieslookingfor the asshats from the airport.”
But after another minute of silence, another minute of waiting, it appeared whoever had been behind them had turned off onto anotherroad. The vehicle’s running lights never reappeared in the rearview mirror.
A hard puff of air blasted from Ace’s lips. “Holy Noah with his balls out. I will besohappy when we ditch this island. I’ve had just about all the fun in England I can stand.”
“Hear, hear,” Emily concurred.
Apparently satisfied that their tail wasn’t, in fact, a tail, Angel turned the farm truck left, headingfor the woods that loomed in the distance. As the line of trees drew nearer, Emily was left with an odd sense of misgiving. Or perhaps it was a premonition.
Something important would go down at the manor house. She didn’t know what it would be.
Then again, maybe her imagination was running away with her. Hadn’t she envisioned herself in a yellow ball gown not five minutes ago?
