Hold Me: Love's Most Wanted, #1
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Everything can change in an instant...
Katie McCabe's life might be stuck in idle these days, but she dreams of more. More love. More excitement. Just more.
When FBI Special Agent Luc Vasco's undercover assignment blows up in his face, he finds himself running for his life. Injured in the escape, Luc makes a decision that could change Katie's world forever. And his own.
Suddenly both Luc and Katie must deal with far more excitement than either of them ever expected.
Just one moment sets the pair on the adventure of a lifetime, and a journey neither one could predict. In Hold Me, sizzling romantic suspense, sassy humor, and lots of heart combine in a non-stop race to love.
Hold Me is the first book in the Love's Most Wanted series. It's a romantic suspense with strong language, f-bombs dropping, sexy times, and a hero who makes what might be the best decision of his life. Even though he doesn't think so at the time.
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Hold Me - Betsy Horvath
Prologue
January…
Up and down.
Up and down.
Katie McCabe stood silently at the office door. Watching.
Up and down.
That really was her fiancé, she thought with a dull sort of horror. That was really Tom having sex with Brandy… his supervisor…
Up and down.
…on his desk. On the leather blotter Katie had given him for Christmas. On the hard copies of the financial reports she’d volunteered to come…
Up and down.
…and pick up in person because it meant she’d have an excuse to see him during the day, which was pretty rare now that the company had moved to a bigger building and their departments were on a different floors. She’d wanted to try and talk things out, but she hadn’t expected…
Up and down.
…this. She hadn’t expected to walk in and see his white buttocks now rosy pink with exertion. She hadn’t expected his designer trousers to be down around his ankles, or the moans or the obvious excitement, or the deafness…
Up and down.
…of passion when she’d intruded, unnoticed. Or the small bald spot on the back of his head glistening with sweat. Or, when he turned to the side, the boyishly handsome features contorted, eyes tightly closed.
Up and down.
Why hadn’t he locked the door?
Up and down.
She knew that she should say something, anything, but she couldn’t.
Up and down.
She forced herself to move, to turn.
Up and down.
And that was when she noticed the broom. Propped up against a wall.
Up and down.
Probably left there by the cleaning staff.
Up and down.
Forgotten.
Up and down.
And something inside her snapped.
Pause.
Bastard!
Things got kind of… ugly after that.
1
July…
As he slipped into Joey Silvano’s empty office, FBI Special Agent Lucas Vasco just had a feeling that the whole thing was a mistake. Everything felt… off. Wrong.
He wished to hell he could have waited a few more weeks before attempting the break-in. It was still too early in the op for something like this. On the other hand, the timing seemed perfect—he’d been assigned to security detail outside the office on the very night Joey routinely took himself down to Philadelphia to visit his mistress. The man should be gone for hours, so Luc and David Allen, his friend and supervisor, had decided Luc should go for it. They were under increasing pressure to show some kind of results.
Stifling his misgivings, he closed the office door gently behind him and strode over to a massive oak desk occupying most of the room. He rifled through some papers but didn’t find anything interesting. He’d just started to work on the computer when he heard movement in the hallway outside the room. Voices. Running footsteps.
Holy fuck.
Hadn’t he learned the hard way never to ignore his instincts?
Joey and his goons were back early.
Way, way, way too early.
Cursing, Luc dove for the window.
You know how much I value your opinion, Katie. I always did like you better than your brothers and sisters.
Katie had just gotten into her car after a very long day at work when her mother’s daily call had come through on her cell phone. Today she hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot before Maureen McCabe was on the phone. Katie stifled a sigh.
Honey?
Empty flattery does not become a woman of your advanced years,
she said, falling into the expected role. It was just easier that way.
Advanced years?
Besides, I know you like Darren best.
Well… that’s true. But don’t you think it’s a good idea? A really good idea. Come on, tell me you think it’s a good idea.
Katie was silent for a minute, watching the traffic race back and forth on the highway beyond the parking lot. Was her mother serious, or just trying to distract her? Okay, I can handle the karate, but the police? Are you sure?
Can’t you see that this is all a part of my fiendishly clever master plan? Besides, I’m going to be a volunteer counselor attached to the police department, not Dirty Harriet. Your father thinks it’s a good idea, don’t you, Sean?
The cell phone crackled. He said he does.
I didn’t hear anything.
He humphed. But it was a positive humph.
Katie took off her glasses with her free hand and, holding the sidepiece, rubbed her eyes before jamming them back on. Boy, she was tired. Beyond tired. Mom, I know you hang on my every word, but can we possibly talk about this tomorrow? I really want to get home.
Get home? It’s after seven. Why are you just going home now?
I had to work late. I didn’t mind.
Katie.
Darn. She never could fool her mother. You’re turning into a hermit and, honey, you didn’t have all that far to go in the first place. It’s Friday night. You should be out with friends.
Right now the only friend I’m interested in is the half-gallon of Rocky Road ice cream I have at home in the freezer.
So call some of your brothers or sisters and ask them to come over. God knows you’ve got enough of them.
Mom.
Katie sighed and rubbed her eyes again. I don’t need anyone to come over.
But—
Mother, Darren and Brandon both have dates, the rest of them are busy living their own lives, and Melanie’s away for a couple of days.
Again. Somewhere. Years ago, she and her foster sister had been inseparable, more like twins than two girls who happened to be the same age. Now, they were still friendly, but it was… different. Life had made it different.
Katie’s throat ached with her sudden sense of loss. Of guilt.
I’m worried about her.
Her mom sounded sad.
So am I.
There was a short silence during which Katie hoped that maybe her mother’s focus had switched to Mel. But when she spoke again, her voice was determined.
On the other hand, I’m worried about you, too, and you’re the one I’m talking to. I’ll deal with the problem of Melanie later.
Katie tried not to groan. Wonderful.
You’ve been at this new job for over a month,
her mom continued, blissfully unaware of her daughter’s thoughts. You need to, you know… meet somebody. Move on.
Mom.
Katie,
Maureen said in exactly the same tone. You have to put the whole Tom incident behind you, sweetie. You can’t keep—
Mother,
Katie interrupted with more sharpness than she’d intended. I love your lectures, but I am really too tired to talk about this now.
Oh. Well. Okay.
Katie grimaced and rubbed her hand across the steering wheel. I’ll call you in the morning,
she promised by way of an apology.
Actually, you can’t.
I can’t?
Don’t sound so excited. I’m going shopping with Barbara tomorrow.
All day?
All day. All frigging day.
Now who sounds excited?
Having met Barbara many times over the years, Katie was surprised that her mother had agreed to spend even an hour with her. Especially since the woman was, quite simply, an arrogant bitch.
Yeah. I’d rather stay at home and work in the garden. Or dig ditches. Or wash the car.
Well, you could have told her no. N. O.
You try telling Barbara no sometime and see how far it gets you. And she’s got a lot of money and important connections. You know she put in a good word for your father and helped him get a big contract with that developer.
Maureen hesitated. Besides, Sean leaves with the boys in the morning. This is the week they all go away. I thought I might as well do some P.R. work.
Ah.
Well, that explained it. For as long as Katie could remember, McCabe men of all ages had gathered once a year at a rustic cabin in the Poconos to spend a few days away from the McCabe women. It was a strange and incomprehensible male bonding ritual, and her mom hated it, hated to be without Katie’s father. It had only gotten worse after the children had all moved out.
Katie couldn’t understand being tied so tightly to a man that you practically died from loneliness when he was gone—especially when that man was Sean McCabe. But there was no accounting for taste. She’d learned to keep her opinions to herself on that subject.
I hope you have a good time anyway,
she said, referring to the impending shopping trip.
Thanks.
Katie laughed in spite of herself. I’ll call you to see how it went.
Just pray that I can hang on to my temper, or you’ll be visiting me in the slammer.
Not a good career move for a budding volunteer police counselor.
Tell me about it.
Her mother hesitated. I really am worried about you, Katie.
I know.
I want you to start acting normal again.
I know. I appreciate the fact that you’re concerned. I really do.
So we’ll talk in a day or two?
Oh, absolutely.
Promise?
I promise.
Katie smiled out through the windshield. I love you, Mom.
I love you too, baby.
The road curved, forcing Luc to squint into the late afternoon sun. By some miracle, he’d made it all the way from Joey Silvano’s office to his Corvette parked in front of the mansion without getting shot, but he’d twisted his ankle pretty good when he’d taken that swan dive off the balcony. It throbbed like a son of a bitch. Fortunately it was his left ankle, but the pain still exploded into spikes of agony every time he used the clutch to shift. Probably ripped some ligaments or tendons or something else he hadn’t noticed in the initial adrenaline rush.
He ignored the pain. The ’vette’s gears whined when he sent it speeding around yet another corner and out onto the highway.
The road behind him was clear, and he almost let himself believe that he’d gotten away. That he’d lost them in the chaos of his escape.
Then a black sedan flowed into sight in his rearview mirror and he heard the first gunshots.
Shit.
Luc focused on driving. And on trying to stay alive.
Katie tucked the cell phone back into her overloaded purse, then dropped the purse on the floor of the passenger seat. She sat, hands limp on the steering wheel, staring at the traffic beyond the parking lot. The cars were full of people intent on getting somewhere else.
What were their lives like, all of those faceless drivers? Were they rushing to get home to their families? Or were they trying to get away from them? Were they taking the kids out to the movies or meeting a loved one for dinner? Were they alone?
She was.
God, she’d been stupid to stay with Tom for two and a half years. To be engaged to him for two of those years. She hated remembering how he’d played her.
She swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat and gazed blindly out at the highway. Oh, yeah, she’d been vulnerable, miserable after Melanie’s brother had stood her up at that party. A prime target.
Still, she had no excuse. She’d been dazzled by Tom, by how handsome he’d looked in the low lights when he’d asked her what was wrong. That kind of thing just didn’t happen to girls like her. Then, when she’d found out that he’d been hired in the controller’s department of the same company she worked for, it had seemed like fate. Destiny. Kismet.
Romantic bullshit,
she muttered.
She could not believe she was the only one who hadn’t known what he was like. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had warnings. Even in the beginning when he’d paid attention to her, when he’d seemed to be every woman’s dream, there’d been signs. He’d watched other women all the time and made crude sexual remarks about them. When Katie didn’t act the way he thought she should, his anger had been a frigid slap of disapproval.
But she’d ignored the problems, rationalized them away. Trusted. She’d always thought their issues were her fault. That if she changed a little more, was a little more, she could make everything all right. Even on those occasions when he’d turned on her, she’d made excuses for him. Accepted the apologies.
And all the time he’d been doing the horizontal mambo with everything that had a pulse. Maybe even some things that didn’t.
She was such a moron.
Stop! Katie shook her head so hard that her red-brown curls bounced wildly and her glasses slipped sideways.
Enough, enough and more than enough. Her mother was right about one thing. It was definitely time to move on.
Now, how did one do that?
Katie shoved her glasses up her nose and started her car. She waited until the ancient Chevy Nova had gotten over a few initial hiccups before pulling out into the never-ending stream of traffic.
She had to get away. Move somewhere else. Maybe she should have thought of that before she’d found her new job, but it didn’t change the facts. She had to get out of this part of Pennsylvania. Make a clean break, maybe move down closer to Philadelphia. Around here she saw people all the time who knew her, or Tom, or both. She could never tell who she’d bump into. These small-town people tended to remember Tom’s glory days as a second-string quarterback for a third-rate football team and overlook his many less charming qualities.
Witness the consequences of The Tom Incident. She’d been fired, he’d been promoted. After all, he’d been the wronged party in the whole thing. Never mind that it turned out Brandy had been taking his… reports for months. Never mind that his escapades had been common knowledge to everyone in the company.
Everyone but Katie.
She shook her head. Bitterness wasn’t going to help.
What would help was a new beginning, she thought. A new life. A new attitude.
Yeah.
She brought the Nova to a shuddering halt at a red light. It was a lovely evening. The warm July sun was still bright, and the birds were singing their songs from nearby trees and telephone wires. Katie massaged her temples.
She’d be fine, she told herself. Everything would be fine. It was just the end of another hard day at the end of another long week, but now it was over. She’d be home soon. Surely nothing else could go wrong before she got there…
As if it read her mind, the Nova gasped and stalled.
2
Luc slammed on the brakes when the line of cars stopped for a red light. One of the ’vette’s tires was shredded, thanks to a lucky shot by the assholes chasing him, so he lost control, went into a slide and ended up nose down in a drainage ditch on the shoulder. He tried to reverse, but the abused tires just spun in the loose dirt and gravel.
He jumped out. He’d managed to put a little distance between himself and the black sedan, but it was moving steadily closer now, pushing its way through the traffic. He tried to run, but his ankle was weak and didn’t support him. It slowed him down. Luc knew that he couldn’t escape on foot. He needed help. But to involve a civilian…
An old, green Chevy Nova suddenly roared beside him. For one brief, delirious second he even thought he recognized it, but then all old Novas looked alike, didn’t they? Still, Mrs. Allen would have said it was a sign. And, when it came right down to it, he didn’t have much of a choice. He put the rest of his energy into the final few steps, trying to think how he could convincingly ask for assistance.
The Nova’s driver gunned the motor again. It sounded fast.
He hoped it was.
Katie finally got the car started, holding her feet on the gas pedal and the brake at the same time so the thing wouldn’t stall out again. Then, without any warning, the passenger door opened, and a disheveled, dark-haired man slid in next to her.
She stared at him, shocked.
Hi,
he said.
What do you think you’re doing?
The fear slammed into her. Her car doors. She’d forgotten to lock her car doors. Get out of my car!
Everything her mother had ever told her about serial killers and rapists and carjackers raced through her mind so fast they burned it out and left it blank.
Yeah. Well, see, I’d like to, but—
You’d like to? Get out or I’ll call the police.
Call the police. Yes, yes. Call the police. Katie fumbled for her purse and her cell phone, but he grabbed her wrist.
Damn it, don’t panic! I’m not going to hurt you.
I’m not panicking.
Okay, so that was a lie, but he didn’t have to know it. Just get out!
She struggled to unhook her seat belt. The buckle, naturally, refused to budge. Oh, God, she was trapped in the car with a stranger. The light turned green, but she ignored it and the car horns that blared behind them as she fought with the belt. Take the car,
she panted. You can have the car. Just let me go.
Would you listen to me?
The man tightened his hold on her arm and glanced back through the rear window. Please. I swear that I’m not going to hurt you. I swear. Honest. I’m with the FBI. There are people chasing me who want to kill me. They’re almost here. I need your help. Please.
Katie hesitated and looked right into the man’s beautiful dark eyes. He seemed sincere. This could be a scam, though. Her mother’s voice in her head was screaming at her not to be stupid. This could all just be a way to lull her suspicions. But his voice was deep and musical, and she thought she heard some real desperation in it.
If you—
There was a sharp sound like a firecracker. The mirror on Katie’s side of the car exploded.
She screamed. Loudly.
Go!
the man yelled. He let go of her arm and she didn’t think, she just reacted. She grabbed the steering wheel, let up on the brake, and hammered her foot down on the gas pedal. The Nova screeched and faltered, then careened through the intersection.
What… but… somebody’s shooting at us.
Katie sputtered almost as much as the car. Somebody was actually shooting at them.
Yeah. Shit.
Katie looked in the rearview mirror. A black sedan had appeared on their tail, gliding after them like a big shark. The supposed FBI agent moved, drawing her attention.
Oh God, oh God. That’s a gun. You’ve got a gun!
Yeah.
He sounded distracted.
Well, duh. Of course he had a gun. Katie swerved around a propane tanker and ran a yellow light. The black sedan stayed close and one of its occupants shot at them again. Okay, those people chasing them were freaking nuts to shoot a gun around a propane tanker. She tried to go faster.
The FBI man rolled down the window and leaned out, apparently thinking that he’d shoot back at the other car, which meant he was nuts too.
Katie had to brake abruptly as she wove between two slower moving vehicles. The man grabbed at the window frame to keep from flying out onto the road.
Would you be careful?
He jerked his upper body inside. There’s too much traffic to get a good shot. You’ll have to lose them.
Trying!
Because if you can’t, we’ll both be dead soon.
We’ll be dead? How did this become a ‘we’? You’re the one they’re after, not me.
They’re shooting at you, too, aren’t they? Drive faster.
But… I can’t believe… Oh, jeez.
Katie took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Okay, okay, okay. Two things were obvious.
One: whoever was in that black sedan wanted to kill somebody.
Two: whatever was going on, she was right in the middle of it.
She had to stay in control. If she did what she wanted to do and collapsed into a weeping pile of hysterics, the car accident alone would kill them. She concentrated on zigzagging like a maniac through the maze of traffic. The sedan stayed on their tail.
I think they’re stuck to my bumper,
she muttered.
This isn’t working.
The man grabbed her arm.
No? Really?
Turn down a side street or something.
I hope you know what you’re doing because I sure don’t.
Katie saw a likely looking road up ahead. Hold on.
The man obediently clutched at the door and braced himself against the dashboard.
She waited until the last possible second, then jerked the wheel. Tires squealed and cars scattered as the Nova darted across three lanes of the highway to make the hairpin turn. For once the driver of the black sedan couldn’t seem to react in time because the other car kept going, hemmed in on all sides.
When she saw that she’d lost them, Katie sagged in her seat, trembling. Her hands ached from gripping the steering wheel. Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
They’re gone,
the man reported after a moment. You, um, can slow down now.
It was only then that Katie realized she was still driving like a lunatic. She also saw that her unwanted passenger had a tight hold on the door handle and was looking more than a little queasy.
The surge of adrenaline pumping through her system made her feel reckless, powerful and pissed off. Instead of slowing down, she actually sped up. The man slid lower in his seat, jiggled the door handle and looked like he wished he could jump for it.
She smiled. Served him right. Jerk. Big, huge, hacking jerk.
Do you do this sort of thing often?
she asked, admiring her own casual tone.
What sort of thing?
Oh, you know.
She waved a hand, then grabbed the wheel again as they bounced over a pothole. Shooting at bad guys, car chases through small towns, etcetera, etcetera.
Oh, that.
He shrugged and twisted in the seat to face her. I don’t know. Pretty often.
Katie glanced at him and saw that his eyes were twinkling. She blinked. The jerk really did have beautiful eyes. They were a rich, deep shade of chocolate brown, framed by incredibly long, dark eyelashes. Never in her life had such eyes actually twinkled at her. She almost steered the car into a ditch and the bump drew her attention back to the road.
He didn’t appear to notice anything unusual. Probably women drove into ditches whenever he walked by.
Besides,
he said, and grinned, how do you know I’m not the bad guy?
Katie swallowed. The giddy high washed away, leaving her weak and shaken. This wasn’t a game, she reminded herself. She didn’t know this guy. She didn’t know the first thing about him. Thoughts of murderers and rapists raced through her mind again. What if she’d been running from the police all this time? Of course, she’d never seen the police driving black sedans, and one would hope they wouldn’t shoot at a car on a busy highway, but who knew?
As soon as possible, she pulled over to the side of the road.
Get out. Now.
She tried to sound hard and powerful but didn’t think she’d pulled it off. That was the problem with being short—no authority.
Hey, come on. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,
he said, his voice soothing. He didn’t even try to move.
She swallowed and shoved her glasses higher on her nose with a shaky hand. What was she going to do? He was a lot bigger than she was and seemed to be in pretty good shape. His shoulders stretched the material of the black T-shirt he wore, and his biceps bulged quite nicely, even though he wasn’t doing anything special with them at the time.
Now that she really looked at him, she noticed he had a long scar across his left cheekbone. She didn’t know how she’d missed it before. He had a tattooed band of Celtic knots wrapped around the arm closest to her, peeking out under the short sleeve of his shirt. And there was another tattoo of a snake farther down on his forearm. He looked dangerous.
All right. So, she probably didn’t have any hope of forcing him out of the car by herself. A surreptitious tug on the seatbelt confirmed that the buckle still wouldn’t move. But if she could reach her utility knife in the glove compartment, maybe she could stab him…
Come on, I was joking,
the man said into the thick silence. I’m not one of the bad guys. I swear. I didn’t mean to scare you.
Joking? And he expected her to believe that? How stupid did he think she was? She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
You’re with the FBI?
she asked.
Yeah.
Don’t you have to show me some kind of a badge or something?
She’d seen enough cop shows on television to know that much.
I don’t have one with me.
He squirmed a little in the seat. I am, was, working undercover.
Okay.
She raised her eyebrows to show him she didn’t buy it. Then just tell me what’s going on.
He coughed. I can’t.
All right.
Katie studied him, refusing to let his beautiful eyes distract her, refusing to notice how he took up most of the room in the car. So, let me see if I’ve got this straight. You’re telling me that you’re with the FBI, but you can’t prove it. You’ve carjacked me, gotten me shot at, and generally scared the heck out of me, but you’re not going to tell me why. About cover it?
He hesitated, then nodded. Uh, yeah.
Buddy, if you think—
You really did save my life. I can tell you that much.
He smiled at her fully, and the temperature in the car went up about ten degrees. His face had a fierce quality that, combined with the scar and his obviously once-broken nose, saved him from being merely handsome. But when he smiled, these attractive brackets showed up and framed his long, full mouth. In a softer face they might have been called dimples, but it was ridiculous to call them dimples on this man. They bothered her.
Katie looked quickly away, but that just made her more aware of the warmth of his body in the seat next to her. She felt him shift, saw him glance out the rear window. Then he stiffened and cursed.
What?
She looked, too, and her eyes widened when she saw a very familiar black sedan speeding up behind them. Oh, no.
Move!
Katie didn’t think. She didn’t stop to wonder whether the people in the black sedan really were the police. Somewhere, deep down inside, she knew that they weren’t and that whoever was chasing them wanted them dead. So she grabbed the steering wheel and stomped her foot on the gas pedal. The Nova spun gravel, hesitated a split second, then took off.
We’ve got to lose them again,
the man told her.
Hello! Figured out that much, okay? You’re making me nervous.
Great. At least there isn’t any traffic around here.
He leaned out the window and shot repeatedly at the sedan. His face was grim when he ducked back inside. The car shakes so much that I can’t keep my aim.
Well, I’m sorry!
They were out of town now, and the road was narrow and winding. Maybe you should have thought about that before you jumped into it!
You don’t have to shout,
he muttered.
I AM NOT SHOUTING!
Sorry, I must have mistaken you for the other screaming banshee in the car.
He paused and looked at her. Are you all right?
All right? Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure. Fine.
She tried to rein in her hysteria.
Just hold it together.
He leaned back out the window.
The countryside was becoming increasingly rural. With no real logic other than panic, Katie made a sharp turn at a crossroad in an attempt to lose the sedan. She almost succeeded in dislodging her passenger, but the sedan stayed on their tail.
Would you give me some warning before you do that?
Sorry.
Katie swept around another curve and practically unseated him a second time. She cleared her throat. Um, I don’t suppose this is a good time to mention I don’t have the slightest idea where we are.
What?
He jerked himself back into the car just as there were more gunshots from behind them. The mirror on his side shattered. What do you mean you don’t know where we are?
I mean that I don’t know where we are.
They spun around another sharp turn and teetered on the edge of a ditch. So sue me if I don’t have a great sense of direction.
Katie saw a wooden barricade across the road. She jammed on the brakes and the car pulled up in a cloud of dust. They were at the entrance of a stone quarry.
Why are you stopping?
the man next to her shouted. Go in! Go in! Crash the gate!
But—
He said something and shoved his foot over hers on the accelerator. The Nova flew, burst through the barricade, splintering the old wood while Katie clutched the steering wheel and tried to avoid hitting quarry trucks and gaping workers.
He removed his foot and grabbed her arm.
Just drive as fast as you can, okay?
Do I have a choice?
No.
Okay.
He started shooting at the sedan again. Katie crouched down as far as she could, shoved the pedal to the metal, and sent the car racing up one of the narrow trails winding around the quarry pit.
The black sedan steadily gained ground until their pursuers had forced their way between the Nova and the lip of the pit. They were on Katie’s side of the car. She glanced over and saw to her horror that one of the men held a gun. It was glinting in the afternoon sunshine.
And it was pointing at her head.
Shit! Duck!
Instead of listening, Katie reacted instinctively, pulling the steering wheel and sending the Nova crashing into the side of the sedan. There were a couple of wild gunshots and a horrible metallic scraping noise as the two cars rubbed against each other. Katie had a clear view of the other driver struggling to maintain control, but he was driving in softer ground. For one breathless moment nothing happened. Then the black sedan simply dropped off the face of the earth.
Go! Go! Go! Get out of here!
her passenger shouted, but before she could even hope to obey, she heard shrill sirens as police cars swarmed into the quarry.
Oh freaking wonderful,
Katie whispered. A few seconds later, the Nova was surrounded by blue uniforms and unfriendly faces.
The man, her unwanted passenger, the bane of her existence, sighed and turned to face her. I’m really, really sorry about this,
he said.
Somehow, that didn’t seem to help.
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