Page 11 of Wed Or Dead

No bruises. No cuts. Nothing.

Holy hell. They’d made it.

“Come on,” he muttered and put her on her feet. His hand still retained a tight grip on her arm, and as he rushed forward, he hauled her behind him. Her boots crunched over the glass that had fallen from their window.

Cat shifters were supposed to be pretty freaking awesome at landing on their feet after jumps like that, but the wolf had shown her just how agile his beast could be.

“Kayla!”Jonah’s scream had her turning back. He was leaning out of the window, and he’d jerked off his ski mask. His face was white. His eyes wild.

“I’m okay!” Kayla yelled back to him. “I’m?—”

Gage grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Really, that was too much. No, the jump through the window had beentoomuch. In a minute, she was gonna get pissed.

But she didn’t have a minute. Before she could do more than pound her fist frantically into Gage’s back, he tossed her inside an SUV.

Kayla could have jumped out. When he ran around to the driver’s side, she could have leapt for safety. If she’d wanted safety.

But she didn’t move.

And, technically, shecouldhave gotten away from the guy when he first tossed her over his shoulder. Her body was a lethal weapon, after all. Not much could subdue her.

But she hadn’t fought back too hard then.

She wasn’t fighting now, either.

Gage jumped behind the driver’s seat. He bent low and hot-wired the ride.Sneaky and impressive.She liked a man with skills. Then he gunned the engine as he shot the SUV out of the parking lot fast enough to make her head whip back.

They’d be pursued, she knew that. Lyle wouldn’t just let them vanish into the night.

No way would he do that. The real hunt...well, it was only getting started.

Chapter Three

As a rule,Gage was good at losing any tails who thought they were dumb enough to be able to track him.

This wasn’t his first life-or-death ball game. Not even close. So he raced through the city, cutting down side streets, twisting the SUV through tight alleys, and taking all the shortcuts that most wouldn’t know about in Vegas.

He switched vehicles at a run-down gas station. When they ditched the SUV for a pickup, Kayla didn’t even try to run from him. Huh. She wasn’t talking, but she wasn’t running, either. Was that a good sign?

He wasn’t sure quite what to make of it. Or her.

So he just kept heading toward the desert. Dust trailed behind them, and in his rearview mirror, he saw nothing but an open road.

No tail. No more hunters.

It looked as if they’d gotten away clean. For the moment.

Gage exhaled slowly and some of the battle-ready tension started to ease from him. The beast who’d wanted to claw his way to freedom stopped fighting the leash Gage had wrapped around the wolf ’s neck.

“You’re not just gonna dump me in the desert, are you?” Ah, his wife finally spoke. Pity her words just pissed him off.

Is that who she thinks I am? What I am?A killer. His hands clenched around the wheel. “I’ve got other plans for you.”

She took that in silence, and anger churned higher in him. He wanted Kayla to strike back at him. To yell. To explode. But she didn’t.

Kayla simply sat there, looking too sexy and fuckable, with her hair mussed and her head turned away as she glanced out at the blurring terrain. Her profile gave no hint of her emotions, but she had to be feeling something. He was about to rip apart inside.

Stick to the plan. Stick. To. It.

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