Page 64 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

When Grayson drew even, he simply scooped me up, cradling me tightly under his injured arm, and he began to run.

What the hell was his plan?

We were heading directly to the sheer cliff drop!

But Grayson didn’t stop, his strong legs propelling us rapidly toward the precipice.

Dimly, I heard the angry shouts of Rocky and his men behind us.

Pure panic pumped through my veins, and I would have opened my mouth to shriek a warning if Grayson hadn’t been holding me so tightly against his chest.

I heard more shots, but luckily since it was pitch-black night they seemed to miss us.

But what if the next shots hit him?

Grayson was so big, such a huge target.

Please no not him was all my panicked mind could think, and we reached the edge of the cliff.

And then Grayson jumped, down the sheer cliff side, and we were plunged into the cold, choppy waters of the sea.

CHAPTER 25

Grayson

We hit the water hard, but I kept a firm hold of Clementine and Harvey.

The last thing I wanted to deal with when we got out of this mess was how pissed-off she would be if I let her father bob off away on the waves.

I could hear gunshots peppering the water and I took a deep breath and dove under. Both Clementine and Harvey started struggling in my arms, but I ignored that and started pumping my legs toward where the boat was.

Finally, all my aquatic training was coming in useful.

The current was choppy and strong, but then, so the fuck am I.

In a few strong strokes, I was at the boat, and I popped up, rolling Clementine over the edge and into the bow. Then I gripped the side with one arm and hauled Harvey over. He was still hanging onto that goddamn suitcase, and I quickly shoved him in as he landed on his head with a satisfying thump.

Clementine was there, grabbing me and trying to help me into the boat.

“Get over here, Dad!” she hissed.

“I’m trying,” Harvey grunted. “There’s just so goddamn much of him!”

“Just get out of the way!” I warned him in a low tone as I swung my leg over the side and quickly started the boat.

There was so much adrenaline pumping through my veins I barely even noticed my shoulder, but I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch later.

As I swung the boat around, I heard a motor start behind us, and I knew it was Rocky and his men giving chase.

“Get down!” I ordered Clementine and her dad, and she obeyed me.

“You get down, too!” she hissed at me.

I couldn’t really crouch any further down over the wheel and still drive the boat.

“They’re shitty shots,” I said, but somehow that didn’t seem to reassure her.

Most of the shots missed us, but a few hit the outside of the boat. Their boat was sleeker and faster than ours, too.

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