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I gritted my teeth and steered to go wide around a car that had pulled over for us.
“Why is he driving her dad’s car?” Shep also asked.
Another excellent question I didn’t have an answer for. All I could do was grip the hell out of my steering wheel and clench my teeth and hope they didn’t crack.
“It’s not good, whatever the reason,” I said. I had to fuckign hope that Taylor, whatever happened, didn’t get out of her locked car. “There!”
In the distance, I saw the closed fruit stand and just beyond were two cars pulled over on the shoulder.
The road was long and straight. Flat, too. On the horizon, I saw flashing lights coming from town. Colt must’ve called in for backup.
I just had to hope we got there in time.
18
TAYLOR
Rod was crazy.What man… ever… wanted a box of tampons?
Except, my box of tampons was where I kept extra money hidden from Dad. Still, there wasn’t more than eighty or ninety dollars in there. That meager amount was why I hadn’t been able to move out.
“Look, Rod, you should just go.”
Our shouting conversation was happening through my closed window. I was sweating, but it wasn’t because the interior of the car was warm. I didn’t know how to handle someone who was clearly insane.
“I can’t, you bitch!” His eyes were wild as he ran his hands through his hair, making it stand on end. “You took the tampons and it has the drugs.”
I stilled.Drugs. This was about drugs.Drugs Rod was clearly using.
“I don’t have the box here in the car!” I yelled.
His gaze narrowed. “I don’t believe you.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. “No matter what you think, women don’t carry a box of tampons around with them. Where’s my father?”
While he’d told me to pick between him and Cam and made it clear our relationship was over, he was still my father. And since Rod was waving a tire iron around and driving Dad’s car, I had to wonder what he’d done to him.
Rod was pacing, two steps toward the front of the car, two steps to the back. I eyed the tire iron the entire time. That could smash a window. And me. I unclicked my seatbelt and reached down to shift the seat back, then climbed over to the passenger side. If he was going to break the window, I wanted to be away from whatever he was going to do. I could maybe jump out the far side and run if I had to. I needed to be ready.
Rod and I heard it at the same time. Sirens. He spun around, looked down the road.
The sheriff was here! God, tears came to my eyes with relief. Since the vehicle was coming from the direction of the Wilder ranch, I had to assume it was Colt. A car I recognized was tailing it. My heart skipped a beat and I was relieved and so fucking happy at the same time.
Cam was coming.
I’ll always take care of you.
“FUCK!” Rod shouted, then dropped the tire iron and ran for Dad’s SUV. He climbed in and peeled out, whipping around me then doing a U-turn.
I watched him fly past, engine whining, as he headed back toward town.
But coming from that direction were more patrol cars.
Unless he went off-road, Rod was trapped.
Cam’s truck skidded to a stop beside me, right in the middle of the road. He hopped out and because we faced opposite directions, he was to me in just a few steps.
I climbed back over the arm rest, opened my driver’s door and flew into his arms. “Cam!”
