Page 28 of Make Me Believe


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The cops decided notto arrest him since neither Rowan nor her family had followed them to make an official complaint. Her parents were talking to the wedding planner, who looked as flustered as a house full of hens with a new rooster. Luke wasn’t sure what was going on with the groom’s family.

Some of the guests had left, but most still milled around seemingly unsure of what to do. Several had gotten over the fact that he’d interrupted the wedding enough to ask to take pictures. One woman had even asked him to sign the wedding program. What the hell. Must have been one of Rowan’s relatives, although he didn’t recognize her.

He continued to scan the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Rowan leaving, but so far no such luck. He did recognize the woman from the concert though. Her girlfriend had been the maid of honor. She appeared to be making a beeline for him and looked over her shoulder a few times. He rounded his car so it was between him and Rowan’s family, in case she didn’t want to be seen talking to him.

Sure enough, she rounded the back of the truck parked next to him.

“Have you talked to her? How is she?” he asked.

She didn’t reply, only handed him another freaking note. What was this? Middle school?

He looked at it, then back at her. “What’s this? Directions? To hell?”

She smirked. “Not quite. Rowan is going to Claudia’s family’s cabin for a few days to clear her head.”

And she just handed him the directions to the cabin. “Why are you helping me?”

“I. Don’t. Know.” She gestured with her hands wide. “I just know it’s supposed to happen.”

Luke’s brows furrowed. “What are you? Psychic?”

“Eh. Sometimes.” She shrugged and walked around the back of his rental, heading in the opposite direction from where she’d come.

That was clear as mud and it all sounded hokey to him. The directions were probably to an abandoned warehouse where four hired goons were waiting to give him a beatdown. At this point, he didn’t care. He’d already ignored close to a dozen calls and messages from Brett and Marla. He didn’t give a damn what her motivation was as long as it got him to Rowan. Even if he did have to get a beatdown before he got there.

Lord knew he deserved it.