They were close.
Now they needed to plan their next moves.
chapter
forty-nine
“Where are you taking me?”Millie asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Her arm ached where Garrick gripped it. Her boots were muddy and cold, her sweatpants soaked from pushing through underbrush.
“Somewhere safe,” Garrick said. “Somewhere we can start over.”
“There is no starting over. We’re divorced. We both signed the papers.”
“So you keep saying.” He yanked her forward, and she stumbled. “But you’re nothing without me.”
“You’re delusional.”
He stopped so abruptly she crashed into his back.
He turned, his face inches from hers. In the dim light, she could barely make out his features, but she felt the intensity of his stare as he leaned in.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he growled. “But you should know—I’m never letting you go again.”
Her head began to spin.
Biscuit barked, the sound cutting through the tension.
Garrick’s head snapped toward the dog. “Shut that mutt up, or I promise?—”
Another bark. But this one was different. Deeper.
And it wasn’t coming from Biscuit.
Hope rose inside her.
When she screamed for help, she instinctively called Caleb’s name.
The barking got closer.
Garrick froze. “What?—?”
Just then, a massive shape burst through the trees.
Wyatt’s dog, she realized.
The German shepherd barreled toward them, barking furiously, his lead trailing behind him.
Garrick released Millie’s arm and grabbed his gun. But Thunder was too fast. He pounced on Garrick, pushing him to the ground. The gun clattered from his grip.
Garrick quickly rose to his feet, the vengeance in his gaze deepening. He searched the ground for his gun.
She saw it the same time he did.
They both lunged for it. But Millie reached it first.
She grabbed it and stepped back, the weapon trembling in her hands.
