Page 112 of Love Undecided
“Kat,” Brad says, his tone warning.
“It’s fine,” I tell him. I walk around to the passenger side of the car and open the car door. I can see Kendall Martin in the backseat, her body is limp and not remotely like the little bundle of energy that had been walking beside the man earlier.
“Don’t do this, Kat. Please,” Brad says under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear.
“Get in the car, kitty-kat,” the man says, his voice rising to a shrill.
I’m half in the car, still trying to decide if this is a good idea. Brad looks at me pleadingly.
“Don’t,” he mouths and he moves toward me.
“Stop!” the man yells. He pulls a gun from the side pocket in the car door and points it in Brad’s direction.
Brad stops.
“Get in!” He turns to point the gun at me.
I’m in the passenger seat with the door closed in a matter of seconds.
The man is breathing erratically. But, this close, and without the baseball cap, I can tell that it’s definitely Gil Iverson.
I take a chance.
“Gil?”
He turns his head toward me. “You know me?” he asks.
“I know that you’re Gil Iverson,” I say.
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this,” he says.
“How was it supposed to end?”
“Once I was saved.”
“What was going to save you?” I ask.
“You were, kitty-kat. You were going to save me.”
