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said you didn't have a boyfriend.”
“I don't. He's just a friend." A friend who was probably calling in a missing persons report. She started to punch in Scott's number.
“You can't tell him where we're going,” he warned, his body growing tenser by the second.
Sam looked up from her phone. How dare he bark orders at her.
“What do you mean I can't tell him where I'm going? It's not like I'm in the witness protection program. He's worried about me. What am I supposed to tell him?” Her voice climbed with each word, pissed that he would try to tell her what to do.
“Tell him that you're going away on a much needed vacation and don't want to be disturbed,” he ground out.
“You gave up your say in what I do six years ago. I don't even know why I'm going with you in the first place. Scott is a good friend and I don't want to lie to him.” The air was so charged it crackled between them. Sam clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to punch him in the nose.
“How do you know that you can trust him? What do you really know about Steve?”
“It's Scott and I've known him for years. How do I know that I can trust you? I'm traveling cross-country with you and all I have is a cryptic explanation.” She leaned on the armrest between them, gripping the edge instead of slapping him. “You were like a wild animal when you grabbed that guy in the diner. I've never seen you like that before. How do I know that you wouldn't do the same thing to me if provoked?”
Ian snapped his head toward Sam, hurt written all over his face. “How can you say that? I'm still the same guy that you grew up with. I would never let anything happen to you. I would die first.”
Sam's emotions warred inside of her. She didn't want to lie to Scott, but she also knew that she wasn't going to win this battle with Ian either.
“Fine!” she grumbled. “I'll make up a story, but once we get to Trent's, I will decide how much I want him to know.”
Her fingers tapped against the screen with Ian's explanation, adding that the stress of work and lack of sleep had taken its toll on her. Her apology for standing him up soured her stomach. She hated lying to Scott. His worry for her only fueled her anger at Ian. Focusing her attention on the scenery outside the window, she hoped her lie to Scott wouldn't jeopardize their relationship. He deserved better.
* * *
The gas gauge hovered above empty. Ian lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror, swearing under his breath. He knew this trip would be difficult. That they would face obstacles. But not like this.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
The black Suburban with limo tint windows behind them set his internal alarm on high. He'd tried several different maneuvers to lose the car, but it still tailed them. And soon they'd be running on fumes. A busy truck stop would be their best bet, but how could he convince Sam to stay close without alerting her?
"Nothing. Just running low on gas. Was hoping we'd make it to the hotel without having to stop." If he didn't lose this Suburban, then he would be forced to drive through the night. He couldn't chance an ambush at a hotel.
Ginger's restless pacing in the back fueled his anxiety.
"Something else is wrong. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I know this must not be easy having to chauffer me for Jason."
If she only knew the truth, she wouldn't be apologizing so quickly. Several times he'd caught himself on the verge of revealing everything. Ruining everything. They just needed to make it to Montana.
"No. It's not that. The SUV behind us has been riding my bumper."
Sam turned in her seat, craning her neck to get a better view out the back window.
"Ginger , sit," she ordered, with a shake of her finger.
This had to be a coincidence. Ian had been careful to cover his tracks. If they were ambushed now without backup, he didn't know if he could protect Sam.
Repositioning herself in the seat, she turned her gaze to the side mirror. "They are following kind of
“I don't. He's just a friend." A friend who was probably calling in a missing persons report. She started to punch in Scott's number.
“You can't tell him where we're going,” he warned, his body growing tenser by the second.
Sam looked up from her phone. How dare he bark orders at her.
“What do you mean I can't tell him where I'm going? It's not like I'm in the witness protection program. He's worried about me. What am I supposed to tell him?” Her voice climbed with each word, pissed that he would try to tell her what to do.
“Tell him that you're going away on a much needed vacation and don't want to be disturbed,” he ground out.
“You gave up your say in what I do six years ago. I don't even know why I'm going with you in the first place. Scott is a good friend and I don't want to lie to him.” The air was so charged it crackled between them. Sam clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to punch him in the nose.
“How do you know that you can trust him? What do you really know about Steve?”
“It's Scott and I've known him for years. How do I know that I can trust you? I'm traveling cross-country with you and all I have is a cryptic explanation.” She leaned on the armrest between them, gripping the edge instead of slapping him. “You were like a wild animal when you grabbed that guy in the diner. I've never seen you like that before. How do I know that you wouldn't do the same thing to me if provoked?”
Ian snapped his head toward Sam, hurt written all over his face. “How can you say that? I'm still the same guy that you grew up with. I would never let anything happen to you. I would die first.”
Sam's emotions warred inside of her. She didn't want to lie to Scott, but she also knew that she wasn't going to win this battle with Ian either.
“Fine!” she grumbled. “I'll make up a story, but once we get to Trent's, I will decide how much I want him to know.”
Her fingers tapped against the screen with Ian's explanation, adding that the stress of work and lack of sleep had taken its toll on her. Her apology for standing him up soured her stomach. She hated lying to Scott. His worry for her only fueled her anger at Ian. Focusing her attention on the scenery outside the window, she hoped her lie to Scott wouldn't jeopardize their relationship. He deserved better.
* * *
The gas gauge hovered above empty. Ian lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror, swearing under his breath. He knew this trip would be difficult. That they would face obstacles. But not like this.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
The black Suburban with limo tint windows behind them set his internal alarm on high. He'd tried several different maneuvers to lose the car, but it still tailed them. And soon they'd be running on fumes. A busy truck stop would be their best bet, but how could he convince Sam to stay close without alerting her?
"Nothing. Just running low on gas. Was hoping we'd make it to the hotel without having to stop." If he didn't lose this Suburban, then he would be forced to drive through the night. He couldn't chance an ambush at a hotel.
Ginger's restless pacing in the back fueled his anxiety.
"Something else is wrong. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I know this must not be easy having to chauffer me for Jason."
If she only knew the truth, she wouldn't be apologizing so quickly. Several times he'd caught himself on the verge of revealing everything. Ruining everything. They just needed to make it to Montana.
"No. It's not that. The SUV behind us has been riding my bumper."
Sam turned in her seat, craning her neck to get a better view out the back window.
"Ginger , sit," she ordered, with a shake of her finger.
This had to be a coincidence. Ian had been careful to cover his tracks. If they were ambushed now without backup, he didn't know if he could protect Sam.
Repositioning herself in the seat, she turned her gaze to the side mirror. "They are following kind of
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