Page 111 of Forced Proximity
He headed back to his golf cart. “Let me know if you…”
Dru screamed and my head whipped around.
Heart in my throat, I started to run, my gaze scanning the street.
The golf cart zoomed past me, easily doing twice as fast as I was, and slammed straight into a white sedan that had pulled over with someone in black trying to yank Dru inside.
The golf cart hit the passenger side door where the person was standing, and a sickening crunch followed.
Mr. Worth went forward with the momentum and slammed into the person who was reaching out trying to get a hold of Dru.
Dru’s hand slipped from the person’s grasp, and she fell backward on her butt, her hand a bloody mess from the person’s fingernails dragging along her delicate skin.
I finally caught up just in time to see Mr. Worth rip the person’s mask off their face and reveal…
“Aurora?” I growled. “What the fuck?”
“Owww!” she cried out. “Finnian, help me!”
I ignored her and pulled out my phone to call the police, then dropped down to my haunches to gather Dru into my arms.
She came to me, trembling and gasping, threw her arms around my neck, and held on for dear life.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“My ex-wife just tried to kidnap my fiancée,” I said. “You need to get here before I…”
“Hi, this is Dru. I’m Finnian Reins’ fiancée. His ex-wife just tried to kidnap me, and she was hit by a golf cart and will probably need an ambulance. Both legs at minimum are broken.”
The screaming continued, and all I could think about was “good. Maybe she’ll die.”
She didn’t die.
She did, however, have to go into surgery.
Mr. Worth was officially my favorite person.
After we both gave our statements, I took Dru home to clean up her wounds.
And after she was well and truly clean, I sat her in a seat next to my desk in my office and got to work figuring out why Aurora tried to kidnap Dru.
“What’d you find?” she asked as she ate a bowl of ice cream next to me.
“I haven’t gotten in yet.” I tossed her a look. “I literally just signed into my computer.”
She batted her eyes. “Okay.”
It took me fifteen minutes to get into her messages, and what I found had me shaking my head. “All she wanted was Tavi’s life insurance.”
“What?”
“She was talking with a friend, and she thought that if she had you, I’d be more willing to give her the money.” I sighed. “I’m getting really fuckin’ tired of dealing with this family bullshit. First your sister. Now my ex-wife.”
She gestured at the computer with her spoon. “Just anonymously forward it to the cops. Then let’s go take a shower and go to bed.”
“It’s only eight,” I said. “And I’m not tired.”
She wiggled her brows at me. “No one said we had to go to sleep, Finnian. I think we both need to forget the day, and the only way to do that is to get lost in each other.”
