Page 113 of Wish You Were Mine

The car shot forward, its engine roaring.

My heart leapt to my throat. It was gunning directly for Frannie, who stood at the side of our group nearest the road.

I grabbed her arm and yanked her forward. She screamed. The car screeched past, only missing her by a matter of inches.

52

ASHER

“Are you okay?” I asked Frannie as she steadied herself.

“I’m not hurt.” The whites of her eyes gleamed in the darkness.

Given the circumstances, “not hurt” was the best we could expect. She looked shaken, and I had no doubt her pulse was racing. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started to go into shock.

“Let’s get back inside,” Dad said, ushering Mum and Frannie toward the resort. Dean held Marcy close, and Summer and I took up the rear.

As soon as we entered, Tabitha took one look at us and rushed around the reception desk.

“What happened?” she asked.

“S-someone nearly ran Frannie over,” Mum stuttered, tripping over the words.

“I’m calling the police.” I drew my cell phone from my pocket and found Nate’s number. Perhaps I ought to call the station instead, but Nate knew everything that was going on, and I had no doubt he’d want to be involved.

The call connected.

“It’s late,” Nate groused.

“A car just tried to run my sister down at the resort,” I told him.

“Shit.” There were muffled noises as he adjusted the phone. “Did you get their details?”

I winced. “No. Hold on.” I lowered the phone and scanned the others. “Anyone get the registration number?”

They all shook their heads.

“No, sorry. It was white though. Midsize.”

“That’s something, at least.” He sighed. “I suppose you’d better come into the station and make a statement.”

I glanced at Frannie. “Do you need all of us? Frannie is freaked out and Marcy needs to be put to bed.”

Nate paused, considering. “They can go home, but I’ll need to speak to Frannie in the morning. Can you let her know?”

“Will do. We’ll see you as soon as we’re down.” I hung up and addressed my family. “Frannie, you guys can head home, but Nate will need a statement from you tomorrow morning.”

She nodded, her teeth embedded in her lower lip. “Thanks, Ash. I just want to crawl into bed and pretend it didn’t happen.”

For tonight, at least, she could. Tomorrow she’d have to face reality.

The events of the past five minutes replayed through my mind on fast-forward. Fuck, there were so many ways the night could have ended so much worse.

“What were you thinking, yelling out at someone like that?” I asked Summer. “You knew that if someone was there, they might be dangerous.”

She raised her chin, her expression stubborn. “I was thinking that I’m sick of these stupid games and I want them to end. Whoever this is, they’re playing with us, and I hate that.”

I grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “You need to be more careful. You could have been hurt. Or Frannie might have been.”

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