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    He had to agree. Her size had nothing on his partner’s two hundred and fifty pounds. Excitement coursed through him when she left the house and entered her car . “ She’s on the move .”
    “ And she’s alone .” His accomplice shifted to peer out the window .
    He smashed his cigarette in the ashtray and then shifted the car into drive . “ Can you tell if she has the package ?”
    “ No, she’s too quick .”
    “ Most broads would show it off .”
    He snickered . “ We both know she’s not most broads . Don’t worry, it won’t be long now .”
    “ So you say, again .”
    “ We just have to stay patient. Her luck is gonna run out soon, I can feel it .”
     
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    Annessa stopped at the last traffic light in town then turned the corner and headed down a two lane black topped road, glancing in her rearview mirror several times in the process. Once she confirmed no one followed, she allowed herself to relax for the moment.
    Secrets sucked.
    She reached to turn up the air conditioner and released a long breath. Instinct told her she didn’t have much time before Casey’s confrontation. He respected her avoidance thus far but she knew full well her luck was running out. He was simply too smart and way too overprotective. Besides, the man could read her like a book. Always had.
    Annessa moved the vent her direction and then grasped the steering wheel with both hands when she heard a loud pop and the car gave an abrupt pull to the left. Sweat gathered on her forehead as she slowed and coasted to the side of the road. She glanced in her driver’s side mirror then took a cautious step from the car. One look at her left rear tire caused her to moan. Of course it had blown out. Fate was punishing her for keeping secrets.
    She looked at the tire again and then at her feet, nicely wrapped in three-inch stilettos. The nearest gas station was fifteen miles ahead, not a walk her feet would endure. She sighed and pressed the remote on her keys to open the trunk. She had no doubt she could change the tire herself. Casey and Travis made sure both she and Vanessa learned. Just not in heels.
    Her ankles wobbled as she lifted the tire from the trunk and then leaned it against the car. Once she freed the jack, she bent to loosen the lug nuts. After several minutes of twisting and turning, Annessa wanted to scream. Her wounded arm burned and the nuts wouldn’t budge, almost if someone had super glued them in place.
    She ran a hand across her forehead and thought seriously about dialing the cell phone in her purse but common sense stopped her. The less she used it, the less chance anyone could find her. She looked back at the tire. Damn thing would not get the best of her.
    Annessa molded the wrench back around the lug nuts and made one more adrenaline-filled attempt to loosen them. Her palms stung from the effort but still they wouldn’t move. She tossed the wrench to the ground and then cringed at the sound of crunching gravel.
    She snapped her head toward the sound and then groaned at the sight of a Seaside County Sheriff’s cruiser. Annessa silently cursed her sister.
    “Problem?” Casey stroke toward her, muscles bulging with each step.
    “No.” She grabbed the wrench and started all over.
    “Want some help?”
    “No, thank you. I’ve got it.”
    “Suit yourself.” He leaned against her car’s bumper with his ankles crossed and his arms folded over his chest. “What exactly are you doing on this road?”
    “Driving to Mourning Dove Harbor. It’s a shortcut, remember?”
    “Yeah, I do. I remember a whole lot about this particular route, Ness. Specifically about a half mile further and through the next clump of trees. Cody Barnes, wasn’t it?”
    She ignored him and kept tugging on the bolts.
    “If I recall correctly,” he continued, “I had to pull you from his truck and threaten to beat the hell out of him if I ever caught the two of you out here again.”
    The tire iron stalled and she looked