Page 124 of Stolen for Keeps
She lifted a shoulder, indifferent. “They’re coming, Noah. And it’s not just me they’ll come for. It’s you. Elia. Claire.”
A curse burned through my teeth.
But deep down, I already knew. If they wanted Maya, they’d have to go through me first.
The distant whir of tires broke the stillness. I ran to the window. It was Dom. Pulling up fast and throwing me a hard wave.
I knew it.
I pivoted back, yanked Maya’s wrist—her grip still tight on the necklace—and kept pulling.
We headed toward The Lazy Moose stables, our pulse hammering in time with each step.
“We might have time to saddle up Wyatt. You ride with me, okay?”
Then came another car.
Shit.
No time.
I ripped the necklace from her grip, tucked it behind her bra cup, then hauled at a stack of hay bales, shifting them just enough to carve out a tight space.
From the direction of the house came muffled voices.
Dom was holding them off. Along with Reko, who, for once, barked.
Maya sucked in a breath, her face tight with panic. “Noah…”
“Come on.” I grabbed her wrist, yanking her into the hollowed-out space while pressing a finger to my lips to get her to stay quiet.
Her pulse hammered under my grip, her breathing shallow.
“They’re here for me,” she whispered. “Noah, let me go. If I turn myself in, you’re off the hook.”
I clenched my jaw. “Not a chance.”
“Noah—”
“You’re not turning yourself in.”
Her eyes flashed with frustration. “Then how do we get out of this?”
“We will.”
Gravel shifted outside.
“Maya Belrose? You here?”
It was Harlow.
I pulled her in tighter, pressing her deeper into the shadows.
His footsteps pounded against the dirt, each one louder than the last. Louder than my own heartbeat.
“You think you can hide?” the detective said. “You think you’re clever? Well, maybe you were. Tricking us with that bogus date.”
Maya went rigid in my arms, her fingers fisting my shirt.
