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that some people were worth trusting, even with his own life. Cort had shown him that, and it was a lesson that had been extremely difficult for Luke to learn. But he’d also figured out it felt damn good not to watch his back all the time, and he’d be damned if he’d let a visit from his past take that away from him.
    Adam Fie was telling him not to trust Isabella and to let her go. Luke Webber was saying the opposite.
    But Luke was the one he believed nowadays, not some violent, narcissistic, paranoid automaton of Marcus Fie. But he still had to get on his plane and put some space between himself and Isabella, before she changed her mind, or before he did.
    He reached the road and paused to let an oncoming car pass. He shifted his weight impatiently, antsy to get across the street and onto his plane.
    Shit. He couldn’t stop thinking about how scared she’d looked. The desperation he’d sensed in her. Her shoulder injury. “ Someone is trying to kill me, ” she’d said.
    And she’d believed he could help her. Why no oneelse? Because it had something to do with Marcus Fie. That was the only possibility. Which meant if she thought her life was in danger, she was right.
    People died around Marcus Fie.
    Luke ground his jaw, rocking restlessly on the balls of his feet while he waited for the car to pass so he could cross the street. This wasn’t his battle anymore, not his world. That life had killed two people he’d loved dearly. It had been his fault, as much as if he’d been holding the weapon that had snuffed the life from their bodies. He wasn’t going there again.
    Couldn’t go there again.
    He’d made his break, and Isabella, by showing up here, could have easily just ripped apart his fragile peace by alerting his dad’s enemies as to where he was.
    Jesus, he needed to get away from this. Needed to get to work figuring out what was going on. Figure out his safety zone. Whether his sanctuary had indeed been violated and what mistake he’d made.
    Luke scowled at the approaching car, which had suddenly slowed significantly. What the hell was it doing? He wanted it to pass and get the hell out of his way so he could take off.
    Screw that. The car was crawling now, and he wasn’t waiting for it to go by.
    Luke sprinted across the street, making it easily ahead of the car. The headlights were bright, and he shielded his eyes to inspect the vehicle as he reached the other side and began to jog toward his plane.
    From this angle, he could see there were three cars in a row, not the one he’d initially seen. The other two were tucked up behind the first one, as if they were drafting off of it.
    He slowed down, frowning. That formation was unusual,and looked as if they were trying to protect the occupant of the middle car…
    He stopped dead at the thought. It was extremely unusual for there to be three cars in a row on this road at night, let alone humped up as if they were about to get it on.
    His eyes narrowed as his mind clicked in and he began to sift through the details. Driving so slowly…as if they were searching for something.
    Or someone.
    Adam?
    But the moment he had that thought, he recalled that Isabella had said no one else knew about him. Only she did.
    Which meant they were after her.
    Luke swore under his breath and eased into the shadows of a pickup truck so he could watch what was going on. He kept his attention riveted on the oncoming cars, viscerally aware of Isabella inside that bar. Alone. Her white rental car was parked at the end of the lot near Luke, glaringly obvious in its nature.
    The oncoming cars slowed, and the first car turned into the lot, followed closely by the other two. Shit. The cars were all black, all expensive. The kind of cars people like Marcus Fie drove.
    Luke shifted restlessly. He couldn’t afford to be seen. One look at him and they’d know who he was, no matter how many times he changed his name or buried the paper trails linking them.
    And once he was exposed,