Lenora Worth - Amish Christmas Hideaway

The vehicle behind her gained speed. When it came close enough to tap her bumper, Alisha let out a gasp and held tight, bracing for a collision. But the vehicle didn’t hit her. The driver stayed close but never made contact.

It was now or never.

Taking a breath, Alisha held onto the wheel and watched for the turnoff. Then with a prayer and another gulp of air, she slowed enough to turn the wheels of her car to the right onto the narrow road. Her car wobbled and fishtailed her heart bumping and jumping while she tried to keep control. If she lost the wheel, she’d go careening down into a deep ditch. Or worse, a rocky embankment.

Her nerves tightly knotted, Alisha managed to regain control of the car and stay on the road. Letting out a breath, she gathered her wits and glanced into the rearview mirror. To her dismay, the car that had been approaching from the other direction was now following her.

They’d found her.

Nathan hit the steering wheel again, wishing Alisha’s phone worked. Her battery must have finally fizzled out. He couldn’t reach her. But he’d been tailing her for two miles when he looked up and saw another car coming down a hill toward them.

Then he’d watched in horror when Alisha had made a sharp right turn, his heart stopping while he watched her car careening wildly.

She’d made it off the main road and he was headed to follow her when a big dark SUV coming from the other direction turned onto the same route she’d just taken, cutting Nathan off as it whipped in front of his truck.

“No.” Nathan slammed on his brakes to avoid a collision and then hit the gas pedal again. “Where are you, Carson?” The deputy sheriff should have been here by now. Carson would have alerted the town police, too, since he didn’t have the authority to make any arrests.

But if those men saw the deputy tailing them, they could have shot at Carson, too.

Lord, please protect my friend .

The silent prayer felt foreign and raw inside Nathan’s head. He rarely prayed these days, but he still believed deep down inside. Right now, he needed the Lord to hear him on a lot of accounts.

Alisha needed him. He had to get to her.

He slipped and slid onto the turnoff, noting where Alisha’s car had gone, his heart doing that jumpy thing it always did each time he came back to the place he’d once called home.

The place where he’d fallen in love with a beautiful Englisch girl who had her own dreams and ambitions. The girl who’d walked away from him because she felt as if she’d only remind him of the worst night of his life.

If he didn’t find her, this would be the worst night of his life. He might have lost his sweet little sister Hannah, but he would not lose Alisha.

Not this time.

Nathan hurried along the dark, deserted road and noted the two vehicles up ahead. The big SUV hovered near Alisha’s sedan. He had his weapon concealed in a shoulder holster and he’d shoot first and ask questions later.

When Alisha’s vehicle swerved around a curve, Nathan took off and caught up with the SUV following her. While the sleek vehicle inched closer to her, Nathan did the same with the aggressive SUV.

He knew a certain spot up ahead where if he hit at its back bumper just right, he could force the SUV off the road long enough to allow Alisha to get to safety.

Preparing, Nathan kept his eyes on the two cars up ahead. Then he looked in his rearview mirror and saw another vehicle approaching. A traffic jam on this road late at night? Unbelievable. He hoped Carson had found them.

His cell buzzed. Careful to keep his gaze on the road, he let the call come through his truck’s Bluetooth.

“I’m behind you,” Carson said. “The locals are out in force since they’ve heard what happened. There’s a BOLO out based on the eyewitness description.”

“They’re following that witness,” Nathan replied, relieved for the backup. “I can’t let them get to her.”

“I’m trying to catch up with them.”

“They have to be the same people who killed someone in front of Alisha earlier.”

“Why did she come here?” Carson asked.

“She’s afraid and...she must have been coming to see her grandmother. I don’t know. She panicked, I think.”

She had to have panicked to call him, Nathan reasoned.

“Dangerous situation,” Carson replied.

“Be careful,” Nathan warned. “They’re armed.”

“I won’t do anything stupid,” Carson said. “I’m here to observe and help with transport, if needed.”

“Okay. I’ll tail them until we meet up.”

Carson ended the call and sped around Nathan to alert the town police up on the main road out of town. Nathan watched the road ahead. His friend had the authority to stop them for speeding if nothing else. But these people were dangerous. Carson shouldn’t take that risk. Smarter to get the police out here.

Nathan focused on the vehicle behind Alisha. The big vehicle bumped against Alisha’s car. The driver tried to force her off the road. Nathan gunned his truck, thinking he’d smash into the other vehicle.

Too late.

He watched in horror as the SUV bumped hard against Alisha’s sedan again. Unable to help, Nathan shouted as her tiny car went spiraling across the road and headed into a deep ditch.

“No,” Nathan said, slamming on the brakes as he came up on the scene.

The SUV took off, speeding away. The town police should be waiting up ahead. Nathan had to check on Alisha.

Nathan put the still moving truck into Park, left it running, and hopped out and hurried toward Alisha, pulling open the driver’s-side door.

Nearly out of breath, he called, “Alisha?”

“I’m okay,” she said, her hands tight on the steering wheel, her head slumped over. “I’m all right, Nathan.”

She didn’t sound all right. More like out of breath and going into shock. “I’m calling for help.”

“No.” Grabbing his arm, she said, “Just get me out of here, please.”

He looked at her and then looked down into a dark abyss. She’d somehow managed to stop the car against a jutting rock, but most of the car sat nestled against an old jagged tree trunk. A rotting and weathered trunk that could give at any minute.

Mere inches away from what looked like a sizable drop-off into a ravine.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “C’mon, take my hand.”

She nodded. “My bag.”

“Okay, grab it. But careful.”

She lifted the big businesslike leather bag and handed it to him. Nathan set the bag on the ground and gently tugged at her. “Turn slowly toward me, okay.”

She nodded, the car rocking with each movement. Once she twisted and managed to put her legs on the ground, the car moaned and slipped another inch into the old tree trunk.

Nathan’s heart slipped right along with the vehicle, his breath caught. That old stump wouldn’t last much longer. “On three,” he said. “One, two, three.”

His hands on her waist now, he tugged her up and out and then pulled her away from the now shaking car. With a groan and the hissing of tires and metal, the car plummeted against the weak tree trunk, causing the weathered wood to crumble into a hundred powder-dry pieces. Nathan held Alisha down, the sound of the car’s front right fender scraping against the rock as it slid over the edge of the ravine and crashed down below with a last moan. A hard crash and then the sound of metal breaking apart echoed out over the hills.

They fell together onto the grass near the curve in the road. Nathan held her close, shut his eyes and took in the sweet scent of her hair.

“Alisha.”

She suddenly sat straight up and scooted away from him. “What?”