Debra Webb - The Bride's Secrets

The kid backed off. “Whatever you say, lady.”

J.T. got out on his side of the vehicle. He started in the direction of the Pier. Didn’t look back.

The van rolled away from the curb, passing him as it barreled forward.

“You’re making a mistake,” Eve shouted at his back.

He kept walking, refusing to spare even a backward glance.

She hustled up next to him. “You’re going with me, J.T.”

He didn’t slow his stride. “Not a chance.”

She stopped.

He kept walking.

The sound of a car door closing told him she’d gotten into one of the vehicles lining the curb.

Apparently she’d had a plan B. He hadn’t recognized the vehicle they’d left at the movie theater. Probably a rental. Who knew? He didn’t know her at all. Didn’t know what she liked…what she drove…that she had a fetish for guns.

Nothing.

He’d been a fool.

A few seconds later a car slowed on the street next to him. The passenger-side window powered down. “Get in the car, J.T.”

He ignored her order.

She braked hard, got out. “We’re wasting time,” she shouted over the top of the car. “Get in now!”

He hesitated, turned to stare at her. “Or what? You’ll shoot.” He sent a pointed look at the weapon in her hand.

She didn’t immediately answer.

“So shoot.” He turned away and started forward again.

“Give me two hours,” she called after him. “I’ll explain everything.”

Something had changed in her voice. There was a desperation there…a fear…almost.

He shook his head, wasn’t going to be fooled by her again. Whatever she said, this couldn’t have anything to do with him.

And he was out of here.

“J.T., please. I need your help.”

His step faltered. He told himself to keep walking, but his feet failed him.

“Just hear me out,” she pleaded. “That’s all I’m asking.”

Fury pulsed in his jaw. He wanted to pretend the past couple of months had never happened. That he hadn’t met and fallen in love with her.

The men who’d shot at them…the chase…zoomed into vivid focus in his mind.

She was in trouble. Obviously. Whatever it was about, she needed help. He couldn’t deny that singular fact.

Nor could he deny another glaring fact.

He couldn’t just walk away and pretend he no longer cared.

He did care.

Damn him.

Mentally kicking himself for being a fool, he changed directions and strode up to the car waiting in the street. The sparse traffic glided around her, the other cars’ occupants likely assuming the two were in the midst of a lovers’ spat.

He stopped at the passenger door and stared at her across the car’s roof. “Two hours,” he confirmed. “You have two hours to explain yourself, and then I’m gone.”

She nodded, her blue eyes wide with worry. Her blond hair was still damp and clung to her face like tendrils of silk.

He said nothing more. Got into the car.

She settled behind the wheel and put the vehicle in Drive.

“Where are we going?”

She glanced at him before rolling forward. “Where we should have gone two weeks ago.”

He frowned. Two weeks ago they would have gone on…

Their honeymoon?

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.