But when I see the interview with Vincent Rossi holding her at his side, I can tell she’s hurting. She’s leaning on him for support, and try as she might, her lips give away her physical pain. I can see the light sheen of sweat on her face.
That can only mean she powered through the pain like the Valkyrie she is.
I’ve been watchingTyler Motorsports because I had a feeling she’d come here. I don’t see anything at first, but then I spot her GTO as I make a pass behind the track.
Then, as I try to find a way in, I notice Dillan’s car out front. I circle the building, but I’m unable to make entry without setting off all the alarms which would surely call the police. That’s when I see in through a window. Jackson has his hands on her and he’s pressed up against her. I can’t hear anything, but I know my girl and she’s strung tighter than a guitar string.
The next thing I know, they start to struggle with one another, and I can’t take it anymore. Lincoln may hate me, but I’m driving through his building to get to her. Now. I hate to take my eyes off her for even a moment, but I’ve got to so I can get to my truck.
Only, when I get in my truck, I see her race car burst through the garage door and onto the track, and barely a moment later, Jackson’s car follows. I watch as her driving seems to be a bit off from what I watched last night which could mean she’s pushed herself too far or she’s already injured.
My truck is bigger than his car. I’m going to take him out the same way he did her and London the night we all lost everything. But then Lennon must spot me, and she pulls a handbrake drift and comes to a stop in front of Jackson as he barrels toward her at full speed.
I’m not going to make it to her in time! “No, no!” I shout as he clips her, sending her careening toward me in an out-of-control spin. But the impact causes his car to roll end over end.
I shift into reverse, never taking my gaze off her car, backing away so she doesn’t collide with me. When she finally stops moving, I jump out and run to her car.
“Lennon!” I scream her name from the depths of my soul.
When I reach the car, Lennon’s head is lying against the door, but she doesn’t look up at me.
“Lennon, baby, open your eyes for me, please,” I beg.
She remains unmoving, so I reach in and check for a pulse…the entire time holding my own breath.
I let out a sigh of relief when I feel one fluttering under my fingertips. I don’t know what kind of injuries she might have, so as much as I want to pull her out of the car, I know I can’t. She could have a spine or neck injury. For now, knowing she’s got a pulse is enough.
I glance over the top of her car searching for any sign of Jackson as I pull my cell phone from my pocket and call Jimmy.
He answers just as I hear someone behind me call my name.
I turn and spot Dillan walking toward me with a gash under his eye and his cheek is completely covered in what looks like his own blood.
Jimmy shouts in my ear when I don’t answer him. “Dash! What’s wrong?” he asks because he already knows something is if I’m calling him.
“Jimmy, I need you at Tyler Motorsports now. And probably two ambulances minimum. Hurry,” I say as I end the call.
I don’t really know Dillan’s involvement, so I’m very cautious.
“Dillan, what happened, man?” I ask.
He touches under his eye and winces as he reaches me, and when he spots Lennon behind me, limp in her car, he focuses on me.
“Is London okay? What the hell, dude? What’s going on?” he asks as his gaze then lands on Jackson’s car several yards away.
“She’s alive,” I say not stopping to correct him about her name.
He swallows hard and he seems stunned.
“She hit me. She was talking some kind of crazy stuff about a stalker and then accused me of being one. I had just stopped by to grab a tire iron to help a friend who had a flat outside of town. Then, I heard movement in the garage and found her there. She was all worked up and seemed strung tight,” he explains.
“You weren’t, were you?” I ask firmly.
“Weren’t what?” he asks, not understanding what I’m referring to.
“Stalking her.”
His eyes widen. “No. That’s crazy, man. I hardly know her.”
