Page 18 of Reckless

Krista

Not yet, getting ready to set off. What’s up?

Emily

I wanted to let you know everything is all finalized for the box set. I need your approval as soon as you can

Krista

Can you email me the proof?

Emily

Already done, but you haven’t been online yet today

Krista

Stalker much

Emily

Someone needs to stalk your ass when you’re off on your adventures

Krista

I’ll check it before I leave though I’m sure it’s gorgeous

Emily

It'll blow your mind

My PA tells me the other things she’s working on today as I boot up the laptop to check the box set we’ve commissioned for my last series. It’s a special edition I’m offering for attendees at the convention in a few weeks. When I get to Chicago, I’ll be signing them all before the readers arrive.

The box design is gorgeous, and the new covers complement it so well. I send Emily an email telling her it’s approved and that I love her for everything she does for me.

It puts a smile on my face and makes me forget about my morning guest for a little while.

As I open up my current book, it’s up to a part where the main characters realize their feelings for one another. And it makes me think of him again.

I slap the laptop shut and walk to the front of the RV. It’s time to move on. I may enjoy my time driving through the country, but I do still have a place to be, and a lot of things I want to do in between.

It’s busier now than it was when we first pulled in, so it’s slow going to get back towards the highway. My next planned stop is about two hundred and thirty miles east, so there are a few hours of driving ahead of me.

“Shit,” I mutter. I usually start my music before I set off. There isn’t much road left before the highway to pull over. I’ll have to ride in silence.

Just before I’m about to exit the rest stop, I see a man on the side of the road.

He waves as I blow past him.

“What the hell?”

I check the side mirror. He’s watching after me. What on earth is he doing? Without thinking it through, I swerve onto the side of the road. A horn blares behind me and a car passes, the driver yelling at me. But I still pull to a stop.

Through the mirror, I see Jude hurrying along the road towards the RV. This time he has a bag with him. There aren’t supposed to be any pedestrians on this road. He’s going to get himself killed.

Opening the driver’s door, I jump down to the side of the RV and he jogs over.

“Are you crazy?” I yell at him.

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