Page 111 of Undone

“Yep.”

“Good. I’ll get a chance to kill someone after all.” She cracks her knuckles.

Despite everything, Dev and I elbow each other in the ribs. “She’s going to light that chick up,” Dev grins.

I look down at my dirty, naked legs, and freezing toes. “Great. Can we stop and get me some clothes… and shoes first?”

“Shit. I’m sorry Luce. I’ll turn up the heat in the back.” Duke takes off his flannel shirt and hands it to me. “Cover your legs with it for now.”

“Does he at least have his phone?”

“I don’t know, babe. But he knows to meet up at the Clubhouse for Creed in Canada.”

“Why did he go alone?”

“‘Cause he’s a damn hothead. He took the only other car that wasn’t on fire while we were taking care of the bodies.”

My leg bounces as I try to control myself. “You might not be the only one who draws blood in Canada, Shanna.”

The rest of the ride is silent. Rog pulls off the highway and grabs us coffees and greasy breakfast sandwiches. We scarf it all down while we wait until a small strip mall opens. I stay in the car while Dev bought me more warm clothes than I’d ever need. But the only thing I really needed—she couldn’t buy—Smith’s arms wrapping around me tight. I prayed to God, he’s okay. That my stupid, mountain man will make back to me, just so I can kick his ass for being such a dumb-thick-headed male.

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