Page 94 of His Old Lady

Worried for her friend, knowing how important her family was to her and she took care of everyone herself, she slid into the passenger seat. Adrenaline flowed through her. Stephanie was the hardest working woman she'd ever met. Every spare minute was spent taking care of her son and her mom. She must be scared out of her mind.

Cal raced down the road. A motorcycle headed toward them.

She sat straighter, squinting to see through the windshield. Recognizing Curley on his Harley, she grabbed the dash.

"Stop. That's Curley. He can take me to the hospital," she said.

Cal stomped on the gas pedal. The car shot forward.

"What are you doing? I want you to stop." She banged the dash with her fist, her gaze following Curley as he sped by them going toward home.

She looked at Cal. He concentrated on the road. Sweat rolled down his temples. Coldness filled her chest.

The hair on her arms stood up, and she knew her friend's emergency was a lie. Cal wasn't taking her to the hospital.

And, Curley had no idea where she'd gone.

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