Caleb undid the tailgate. “Which way will we turn?”
“Right.”
They scooted to the right so the jump would more likely land them in the soft dirt and not the asphalt.
Seth’s heart was racing fast, more worried about Breeze than himself. Though he didn’t like the thought of being hurt and not being able to race, he couldn’t stand the thought of her getting beat up, or possibly killed.
The truck slowed and Caleb muttered, “Get ready.”
They felt it slow more and veer sharply to the right and they all leapt. Seth hit the dirt and rolled. The impact wasn’t bad, and he popped quickly to his feet. “Breeze?” he asked anxiously, rushing toward where she lay in the dirt.
“I’m okay,” she muttered.
Seth reached down and lifted her up. He looked her over and softly trailed his hands over her arms. “You’re okay? Nothing broken?”
She gazed up at him. “Nothing broken.” She circled her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Thank you for coming for me. Thank you so much.”
“I’m doing fine,” Caleb grumbled. “Don’t worry about me. Just fine.”
Seth chuckled as sirens split through the night air. He kept Breeze close, wishing his brother wasn’t here so he could kiss her. Yet, as always, he was grateful for Caleb. They made a great team. If only his brother could give him advice on how to keep this beautiful woman in his arms. Seth didn’t have the excuse now that Flint could be coming after her. The only excuse was that he didn’t want to let her go. Ever. Would she let her pride go? Was there another way to break through to her?