Page 37 of His Reluctant Savior

“Yep, that’s all I could find. I texted my friend to say I needed a cleanup on my property. When we return, hopefully, there won’t be any trace of them.”

We climbed into his truck and Sid took off before I was even buckled. “Ha! Who needs coffee in the morning? A good shootout is all you need to invigorate the soul and make you feel fucking alive!”

“You’ve got to be—”

Sid snorted a laugh. “I just wanted to see your reaction. The eye roll was an especially nice touch.”

“God, if they don’t kill me, your jokes will.”

Even though I made jokes, I was fucking pissed at myself for not even thinking about the tracker. Dammit. That only proved I was compromised with Dalton, but I wasn’t about to stop this thing between us. Icouldn’tstop this thing between us, even if I wanted to. We were on a speeding train with no brakes.

As we made it to the end of the long driveway, I saw the car barreling down on my left. I suddenly swerved right onto the road, nearly toppling us over from movingway too fast.

“What the hell?” Dalton snapped, hanging on for dear life, but these old cars had nothing to hang on to.

“That didn’t take long,” I said, gripping the steering wheel and looking out the rearview mirror.

Dalton turned to glance out the back window as the black car sped up their chase, coming up quickly behind us.

“Fuck!” he hissed.

“Yep.”

“God, is this old truck going to be able to outrun them?”

I quickly glanced at him with a raised brow. “I’m well-equipped, thank you very much. Everything is new and in working order.”

My cars may have looked old, but I made sure they had the latest engines.

This oldBroncocould handle anything I threw at her. It was practically a tank.

Once the road leveled out, I gunned it, but so did they.

“I’m not keen on hanging my ass out the window and shooting behind me,” he yelled over the roaring engine.

“I’m not keen on losing your ass, either. Let me see if I can lose them. I know this area. They don’t.”

“It’s kind of hard to lose someone on a farm road. You can see cars for miles unless we can hide in the surrounding woods or head closer to the mountains, where the roads are more winding.”

I looked out at the rearview mirror, not saying anything, as the car quickly got on my ass as a plan formulated in my head.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. Get your gun ready. I also have one in the glove box in front of you. Pull mine out and get it ready for me. I’m going to slam on the brakes. It’s going to bejarring, but this baby will hold herself together. The assholes will slam into us. As soon as we come to a stop, they’ll be dazed, so we jump out and start firing.”

Dalton groaned. “Jesus, more death. Okay.”

“God, my poor baby. She’s going to get so hurt,” I whined.

Dalton gave me a sympathetic look as he removed the safeties from our guns and put bullets in the chambers.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Fuck… yeah. Let’s do it.”

“Hold on tight!”

Dalton placed his feet on the dashboard and braced himself. I slammed the brakes while driving nearly sixty miles per hour, hoping we wouldn’t roll or flip.

We jolted forward with the brake and jolted again when the car hit us, the crunch of metal deafening. I hit my head on the steering wheel, nearly blacking out. I shook my head, grabbed my gun, and we both unbuckled before jumping out of the truck.

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