What if Cole didn’t want her there, though?
She tightened her hands around the steering wheel again, feeling her anxiety rise.
You can’t control someone else’s feelings.
A few hours later, she pulled over as she saw the sign for Haven.
She’d just take a photo for Pop-Pop.
As she got out of her car, she had to take a second look at the sign.
Welcome to Haven, Texas.
Population: We’ve given up counting.
A snort escaped her and she put her hand over her mouth, glancing around as though she expected her father to pop up out of nowhere and berate her for sounding like a pig.
He’s dead.
You don’t have to worry about him anymore.
Turning around, she positioned herself in front of the sign and held her phone up to take a selfie. Just as she did a car drove past. She sent the photo to Pop-Pop. He replied quickly with a smiley face emoji and an eggplant.
She groaned. Her grandfather was terrible.
“This isn’t a good place to pull over,” a male voice said gruffly.
With a gasp, she looked up, dropping her phone.
Damn it!
She picked it up and took a hasty step back from the man standing by her car.
Wait. Two men.
Two very similar looking men. Were they twins?
Arabella gulped. What was she thinking pulling over on the side of the road to get a selfie?
She was an idiot.
Not to mention that it was growing darker. Anything could happen to her. Who were these men? Why had they stopped? Why was this road so quiet? Was no one else going to drive past?
She ran her gaze over them. They looked fit and muscular. One of them was wearing a pressed white shirt with dark jeans. The other wore a dark blue shirt with a jacket over the top. Both of them had short dark hair.
Who were these guys?
And what did they want with her?
The one wearing the jacket nodded. “I think you get it now. You’re alone, on a quiet road, it’s getting dark, and you stop to take a selfie? You didn’t even notice that we’d turned around, did you? Or that we parked and got between you and your car?”
“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously. Because she couldn’t decide if they were threatening her or warning her.
The guy without the jacket sighed. He looked her over with a cool gaze as if he couldn’t believe they were bothering to talk to her.
She straightened her shoulders.
Arabella wasn’t going to let other people make her feel small. Not anymore. Her father had constantly called her weak or stupid.
