Inodded.
“He ran you off the road, didn’t he?” His words weresharp.
All I could do was nod some more as my sobbing took complete control overme.
“Scarlett, this is Knox. He is going to take you on my bike and get you out ofhere.”
I gripped at the sides of Bear’s cut. “You can’t.” I violently shook my head. I was in a full-blown panicattack.
“Do you trustme?”
Inodded.
“Scarlett, you have to say the words. Do you trustme?”
“I trust you, but you can’t leave me. He knows. He’ll find me. Please, Bear, you can’t let him findme.”
Bear wrapped me in his arms. I slammed my eyes shut, silently begging for this to all be a bad dream. I prayed to wake up on Bear’s couch with a silly movie on and a half-eaten pizza sitting on the coffeetable.
“Knox, Brock, I need you two to keep him distracted while I get Scarlett out of here. I’m going to take her away for a couple of days. Get Jaxon back here no matter what the fuck he is doing. I want you guys to find out everything you can about Jasper and how he found us. I will be calling you in a few hours. Do youunderstand?”
Both men agreed right away, and that wasthat.
Chapter 8
Bear
It wasn’tthe best plan I had ever come up with, but it was all I had. I drove as fast I could back to my house, packed a bag as quickly as I could, and had Scarlett in my truck, driving north toVilas.
Exhaustion and pain took over and within thirty minutes of driving on the highway, she was snoring softly in the passenger’s seat. I had made the five-hour drive to and from Atlanta so many times, I was onautopilot.
Once we were more than halfway to our destination, I shot off a text toRyder.
Heading your way. Minor emergency. Will explain at Crickett’s in twohours.
It only took Ryder a minute to send a messageback.
Make it the bar and we’ll bewaiting.
I didn’t need to respond. The read receipt would be enough for him to know I got and understood themessage.
Right as I was about to dial Jaxon’s number, he wascalling.
“I’m two hours out from the bar in North Carolina,” I said in as low a voice as Icould.
“What the hell is going on? No one here can give me a straight fucking answer to save their damn lives. All I know is there is a dude named Jasper calling the sheriff in our damn parkinglot.”
“He’s Scarlett’s husband. He figured out she was with us or saw her motorcycle, I have no damn clue, but he needs to be dealt with. He was the one that ran Scarlett off the road thatnight.”
“Fuck. All right. Consider it handled. Stay up there for at least fivedays.”
“I’ll call youtonight.”
Scarlett rubbed her eyes as she shifted in the leather seat. I reached for her hand, but she yanked itback.
“Where are we?” shebarked.
I pulled off onto the shoulder. I knew I needed to have a conversation with her, and we both needed me to not be driving while it washappening.