“Fair.I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime,” she muttered.
I wanted to dig in on that comment about being blindsided, but we needed to haul ass out of this dilapidated mess as soon as possible.
Mid-way through the kitchen, Ivy put a hand on my chest to stop my progress.I enjoyed feeling her touch there, but willed it out of my mind.
“Let me check his pockets, you stay here in case Boyd comes inside.”
I shook my head.“We both go because I doubt you’re cool with dead bodies.”
Her eyes slid to the side and her internal debate was almost visible.Finally, she said, “You’re right.We’ll go together.”
At the door to the bedroom, I had her stand back and I quickly went inside, found the keys to the Frontier and got out of the room.In the hall, I grabbed her hand, and tugged her toward the front door.
She resisted as we left the kitchen.“What are you doing?He had the keys?”
I faced her.“Got the keys.If Boyd’s on his way back here, this is our only chance.We need to take his truck, and I’ll get us back to Lark’s.”
She pressed her lips together and visibly warred with herself.“As much as I love that idea, we’re just going to leave him here?I mean, if we move him outside the house somewhere, that might buy us more time since it’ll reaffirm that Campbell left.The floors are dark enough, they might not notice the blood stain.”
She had a point.
I tipped my head to the bedroom.“Let’s hurry.Gonna need your help to move him though.”
Chapter 7
Skillet Attack Plan
Ivy
“I’mgonnahaulhimup to his feet, get his arm over my shoulder, and you need to get in a similar position on his other side so we can move him like a three-legged-race,” Ryan said.
My stomach lurched since I really didn’t want Campbell’s head anywhere near mine.
I took a deep breath and gave a nod.“Fine.I guess you know more about moving dead weight than I do.”
After what felt like five hours but was probably only fifteen minutes, we left Campbell in a small copse of trees and palmetto bushes.
Ryan and I walked at a rapid clip back to the house.
My nerves got the best of me and I blurted, “I can’t believe we got kidnapped.”
“This is no time for blame,” he said.
“I didn’t blame you.”
He grunted.“The way you said it made it sound like you blamed me.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then what’s with the tone?”he asked.
“It wasn’t tone, but I thought one of us would have fought back.”
“You’ll have to forgive me for protecting a woman who I thought was pregnant.”
He wasn’t being snippy…and yet, there was something off.But I decided to let it go.
“Very noble, but you should know a woman’s pregnant before you assume.It always leads to trouble.”
