She pulled up beside him, leaned over, and used the hand crank to roll down the window.
“Luc!”
He stopped and turned to squint at the truck, and even from here, the man looked cold.
“Get in! Come on!”
Shaking his head, he turned and waited for her to pull up the lock before opening the door and climbing in beside her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting Sammy,” he said, and for the first time in her life, Abby had the urge to hit someone. Not hard, just…
She grabbed him by the collar instead and shook him before plastering her mouth to his in a hard kiss. He kissed her back with equal vigor, his lips as cold as ice.
“You are a…a nightmare.” She bit out the words before letting him go and putting the truck back into drive. “You have a plan?”
“First, I was going to get my gun,” he said with what sounded like humor, “and possibly defrost my feet. And then I was going to get Sammy out.”
“Yes?” She nodded, as slow and calm as she could.
“Yes.”
“You’re a…astupidman.”
“I am.” His hand covered hers on the steering wheel. “But you were going to do the same.”
“I wasn’t going to go in like some…dumb, stupid man.”
He chuckled, and the feeling that sound brought up in her chest should have worried her. Instead, it warmed her up.
“We go in quietly and get him out. Together.”
“All right,” he said with a sigh. “Together. We go together.” He moved his hand to her thigh and gave her a squeeze that lit her up inside, the sensation utterly inappropriate in this moment, but so good that she almost purred.
“We can’t drive in now that they’ve put up the guard.”
She swung her face around. “Guard?”
He sighed, hard, as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “They’ve been watching me.”
“That’s why you don’t have your truck tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Through the fence, then.”
“We’d need tools for that, and we can’t drive up to my cabin without them seeing us.”
“Right.” They must have been keeping Sammy in the Center with the kids. “Your driveway. That place where it runs up on the fence.”
“The snowbank we got stuck in on the way out.”
“Exactly. By the slaughterhouse.”
“Where will he be?”
She doused the lights and started up his drive, passed the slaughterhouse, and parked, hidden from view, keys dangling from the ignition. Ready to run.
