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“Duh!” I heard that shouted in the background. It was probably Shep, which made me laugh.
Butterflies circled my stomach. “Oh yeah? Special family rate?” I blinkered and turned onto the county road that headed toward the Wilder ranch. Cam’s small house was on the huge piece of property, but his driveway was on a different road than Mr. and Mrs. Wilder’s place.
“I’m keeping you, red.”
God, that sounded good. Felt good. I wanted it so bad. To make the past week the rest of my life.
“Cam, I–”
My car sputtered, made a few jerky knocks and pings, then stalled.
Startled, I blinkered, then pulled to the side of the two-lane road.
“What’s the matter?”
I stared at the blank gauges on the dash. The radio went off. “My car died.”
“Okay, where are you?” His voice had shifted from playful to serious.
I glanced around. “On the side of Miller Road just past the old farm stand.”
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw a car approach, slow, then pull up behind me. I frowned, then whipped my head around to look out the back window. I recognized the car. “Cam, my father just pulled up.”
I knew his old white 4Runner because he’d had it for ten years, but also because the front blinker light had cracked and he’d put yellow electrical tape over the hole.
“What? Okay, I’m already outside. We’re on the way.”
When the SUV’s driver door opened, it wasn’t Dad that climbed out, but–
“Oh my God. It’s Rod.”
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It’s Rod.
I paused halfway to my truck with Shep right alongside. I spun on my heel and shouted, “COLT!”
I sprinted back to the house, stuck my head inside but Colt was right there. I hopped back.
“Rod Severs is with Taylor,” I said. He hadn’t been sighted in weeks and now he was with Taylor.
Colt had gone off duty an hour ago and had come right to our parents’ house directly from the station, but was still in his uniform.
His gaze hardened and quickly followed meoutside to the line of vehicles beside the house. “Where?”
“She said her car stalled on Miller Road. She said her father pulled up behind her but it was Rod who got out. He has her dad’s car.”
Colt was, understandably, the serious one out of the nine siblings. But it was moments like this, when there was a fucking attempted murderer with my girl on the side of the road with no way to get away that showed how fucking good he was at his job.
“Shit,” he muttered, running to his patrol SUV. “Follow me.”
“Red, you still there?” I asked, raising my cell back to my ear.
“He’s coming toward the car!” she shouted.
“Roll up your windows and lock your doors,” I told her as I climbed into my truck, started my engine.
