“Hey! Now that you’re starting to feel better, why were you driving like a bat out of hell?”
“Didn’t you see the other car?”
“Yeah, but they kinda got away and I was more worried about you.”
“He was following me.”
His head jerks back. “He? Did you see who it was?” He pulls out a notebook and starts jotting down what I say.
“No.” I shake my head. “The windows were tinted. I couldn’t see anything. But he was following me almost as soon as I left Stacy’s.”
“Girl’s night?” he smirks.
I growl and stomp off. “Yeah. But I wish to heaven I hadn’t gone tonight. I felt like someone was watching me at the shop.”
His head snaps up. “Why didn’t you call me? Or your brother for that matter?”
I didn’t think it was anything. Trust me if I’d known I was about to get the hell scared out of me, I would have told somebody.” Maybe not Jeremiah. He’s already got a lot going on. Some of it he doesn’t even know yet.
“Alright. Well, I’m going to drive you over to your brother’s and you are going to tell him exactly what just happened tonight. And then you’re going to stay there while I see if I can hunt down that fucking car.”
I stiffen, glaring at him. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m an adult.”
“If you don’t do exactly as I tell you to do, I’m going straight to your brother and tell him that you have been lying for all these years about your ex.”
“How do you know that?” I gasp.
“Because I looked.”
“That wasn’t your business.”
“Get in my car. We’re not arguing about this on the side of the road. You can throw something at my head later. Right now, we need to get you somewhere safe.”
“Fine,” I huff. “But I don’t appreciate the bossiness.”
“I’m not gonna say that that bothers me. Because I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep you alive. Even if it pisses you off!”
I slide into his squad car and click the seat belt on. “I get the feeling you wouldn’t care about what I wanted anyway.”
He shoots me a dark, sizzling look out of his emerald green eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong, Ruth. I wish you weren’t but you are so wrong.”
“Now buckle up,” he growls, pulling out.
And I groan. “I already did.”
“Good.”
And the rest of the drive is silent with me wondering what the hell he meant.
And remembering the look in his eyes and the way my body felt. I wanted him. I wanted him bad.
And between that and the stalker, I’m not sure which one scares me more.