Page 76 of No Limits

He reached into the floorboard of the front and tossed a bag at her. She groaned when her remaining pregnancy tests fell out. “He knocked you up, didn’t he?”

Carla’s mouth fell open, and Rylee just closed her eyes.

“So, what if he did? What does that have to do with you?”

“If I know Memphis, he’ll make sure you and the spawn get control of the company even if he goes to jail. It was supposed to be mine.”

There was no way she could tell him she wasn’t pregnant. If he realized he’d jumped off the deep end for no reason, it might set him off even more.

She shifted in her seat and felt around in her pocket for her phone as she tried to think of ways to keep him talking.

“You sent me that text before you realized I might be pregnant,” she said. “So how was I ruining things then?”

“I told you; you should never have taken that bet. If you hadn’t, he would have come home to Phoenix for his house arrest.”

Rylee frowned. “But he was in Vegas for Andrew’s wedding. That’s why he wanted to stay. It had nothing to do with me.”

Jeremy laughed. “No. Memphis does a lot of kind things for his friends. He only does stupid shit like buy houses on a whim for pussy.”

Rylee winced and tried to tell herself Jeremy didn’t know what he was talking about. Memphis loved her.

“So, what did Andrew and the Miller Holding scam have to do with all of this?”

Jeremy whipped around and flashed a gun at her. Guess the guard wasn’t the only one armed.

“Enough questions. We’ll be there soon.”

“Where is there?” she asked.

“You’re going to go on a trip to Mexico with your good friend Carla because you just couldn’t handle all the awful rumors about Memphis cheating on you with so many women. And if the police find your bodies, they’ll just assume you killed each other after you found out he was fucking your bestie.”

Rylee felt like she was going to be sick. She looked out the window, trying to decide if she could get Carla to follow her lead and roll out of the car at the next light. Unlikely. The doors were locked and if they were smart, they would have the child safety on so she couldn’t open them from the inside.

Of course, if they’d turned on Memphis Foster, they might not be that smart. She’d watched from afar as he slammed Jeremy against the wall and threatened him. He could be scary as hell.

“We’re almost to our first stop,” the driver said.

Jeremy sat back in his seat and didn’t say anything else.

Instead of trying to get him to talk, she turned her attention to Carla again.

“Are you OK? Did he hurt you?”

Carla squeezed her hand. “He didn’t hurt me. He tricked me. I got a call from someone in Memphis’ office saying you wanted company because he had to focus on work and couldn’t give you very much attention. They offered to put me on a private jet and fly me in. Of course, I said yes, but when I landed, these two assholes were waiting on me.”

Rylee nodded. “Have they given you any clue what their endgame is?”

Carla pointed at Jeremy. “That one is batshit crazy. I think the driver is just here for the money.”

Rylee had to agree with her assessment of Jeremy, but he still had to have some kind of reason for doing all this aside from being mentally unstable, right?

As they pulled onto a side street, a siren sounded behind them. After a few seconds, it became obvious the officer wanted them to pull over.Thank fuck,Rylee thought.

“What should I do?” the driver asked as he rolled down the street.

“Maybe you ran a light back there. Just pull over,” Jeremy finally said after a beat.

The driver eased over and parked on the side of the road. She watched out of a side-view mirror as the officer walked toward them. As he approached, another car came to a screeching halt behind the squad car. Rylee’s heart skipped a beat when Memphis jumped out. The officer drew his weapon and for a split-second Rylee feared he meant to aim it at Memphis. Instead, he trained it on the SUV as he approached the driver’s side where the window was already down.

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