The door closes behind us, and I push Addison in thedirection of my truck.
“What the fuck has gotten into you?” She pulls away from me before yanking the passenger door open.
I slide into the driver's seat and start the vehicle just as I see the waitress pointing at us. Both men whip around as I rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot. I catch their license plate on the way out, cursing when I notice ‘Texas’ plastered across the top of it.
They must have been following Addison.
“What the fuck?!” She shouts as she’s tossed around in the seat. In my hurry, she didn't have time to put on her seatbelt.
I reach across her and pull it over her lap before buckling it. “Have you noticed anything over the last few days?”
“What?” She swats my hands away.
“Have you noticed anything? Vehicles that seem to take the same routes as you? Maybe you’ve bumped into someone more than once?” I ask, my eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror. When I notice that she’s quiet, I glance over to see her staring me down.
“Yeah. One person.”
“Otherthan me.” I bite.
She throws her hands up. “I don't know! I haven't noticed anything. What’s going on?”
“Just sit back and do as I say,” I growl when I see the truck peel out of the parking lot after us.
Addison whips around toward the back glass, her face falling. “Are they following us?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes widen as the color drains from her cheeks. “Why?”
Because my siblings are idiots.
“Sit back!” I bark, hitting the accelerator. She’s thrown back in the seat as we barrel down the highway.
Chapter Seven
Addison
We’re being followed.
I was right.
My heart pounds as my hand clutches at the door. “What the fuck is going on?! Why are we being followed?”
Rowan splits his focus, his eyes subtly shifting between the rear-view and the asphalt. He’s calm as can be as the speedometer hits a hundred. Meanwhile, I'm losing my mind!
“Talk to me, dammit!” I curse as headlights from behind illuminate the dashboard. They're gaining, and it only causes my driver to accelerate.
“It’s nothing you need to be concerned about right now! Just listen to me!” Rowan shouts. “Sit back!”
I do as he says, but keep my eyes on the truck riding our ass in the mirror. My hands begin to shake as the first tendrils of adrenaline course through my veins. My fear response kicks in—fight-or-flight—weighing my options.
Rowan’s eyes momentarily break from the road as he reaches a hand across and settles it reassuringly over mine, which has a death grip on the chest strap of my seatbelt. “You’re okay. Deep breaths, Addison.”
“Eyes on the road!” I plead desperately, my voice sounding frantic and unnatural to my own ears.
“I’ve got you, okay?” He urges gently. “I have an idea, but I need you to stay calm, Sunshine.”
Sunshine.
