Chapter Twenty-Two
Luke
When it became clear Mia wasn’t going to answer me, I strode past her and back to the house.
She followed, and whacked me again, harder this time, until I reached back and caught her hands.
I dragged her into the house and slammed the door. Then I released her and braced myself for her to come at me again.
She didn’t. Her eyes were fierce in thedarkness, but her fury was marred by confusion and something else. “Why did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Just stand there and wait for that car to hit you.”
I laughed. Couldn’t help it. “That’swhat you think I was doing?”
“You didn’t move.”
“Yes, I did. Or I’d be roadkill right now. The question is, why? And actually, who? Because that car has been everywhere you and I have beentogether since the night of the gala, and I’m pretty sure it’s no oneIknow.”
Mia frowned, bewilderment twisting her beautiful face. “I don’t understand.”
“Don’t you?”
“No!” she shouted. “All I know is that you just stood there and didn’t seem to care if that lunatic mowed you down.”
Her words scraped a nerve, but my mental health was the last thing on my mind. I stepped towardsher, ignoring the lance of pain when she flinched. “The point is, that some nutter in a carwantedto mow me down, not that I didn’t get out of the way according to your schedule. Who is it?”
Realisation finally seemed to dawn on her. The fight in her eyes faded a touch, and she shook her head. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen that car before.”
“Well, I have. It was outside the town hallthe night of the gala, and in Gus’s street three times this week. I even saw it outside the gym when we went on Thursday.”
And what a mistake that had been. At the time I’d been of the ludicrous opinion that whatever sexual relationship we’d rebuilt was something I’d be able to walk away from, but seeing Mia in the gym again, her curved thighs and slender arms pushing weights like a pro, hadjust about finished me off.
I’d fucked her every day since.
Mia sucked in a shaky breath, bringing me back to the present. “I haven’t seen it. Who was driving? A man? A woman?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s been dark whenever I’ve been close enough to see through the windscreen. Do you think it’s your ex? And don’t even think about deflecting me on this. I know there’s more than you’vetold me.”
She flushed, and I knew I’d hit a mark. Mia was a bad liar. We both were. “I don’t know for sure if it’s him,” she said. “But there’s someone doing...stuff.”
“Stuff? Like what?”
“The break-in at the shop, weird things in the post. Gus’s back fence got broken too, but that might’ve been the wind.”
“What wind? We haven’t had any gales.”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Jump on me. I’m freaked out enough, okay?”
I closed the distance between us but didn’t touch her. Couldn’t while my brain was whirling a thousand miles an hour. “What did the police say?”
“What?”
