“Quinn?” He’d had a question weighing on him since he’d heard the sermon yesterday.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah.”
His mouth went dry, and a lump formed in his throat. “Can God really use a man like me?” He felt so childish asking.
“He already has.”
He turned his head to look at her. “How?”
“He’s had you here with us. Protecting us. You’ve done so much. JJ adores you. You’re a godsend.”
“But I’m not godly.”
“God doesn’t want you to be godly to come to Him. He wants you to come to Him and let Him mold you. The Bible is full of sinners God used. Prostitutes, murderers, thieves.”
“What about the man he talked about—the preacher from Sunday?”
“Saul. Would you mind bringing me my Bible? It’s on the nightstand.”
Reid retrieved an old, worn Bible and handed it to her, then took his place on the floor.
She opened it and handed it to him. “Start there.”
And he did.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Quinn fell asleep on the couch. JJ was sleeping on the bed Reid had made for him, and Reid was sitting next to her, reading her Bible.
She woke up a little bit later, and he was still reading. Her heart swelled knowing he was asking the questions he was. She got up to use the bathroom, and Reid sent her to bed, insisting JJ would be fine on the pallet. She took a pain pill and went to sleep.
Morning came and, with it, throbbing in her thigh. She’d taken the last pain pill early this morning. Reid had to take the thumb drive to Detective Jacobs. She’d go with him, and they could stop for the prescriptions she’d got yesterday.
She was getting used to having Reid around all the time. Actually, she enjoyed it.
Reid drove with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right on the console. She studied it. He’d removed the bandages, and the cuts were healing nicely. They’d all been superficial but had bled like they’d been deeper. Would it hurt him if she tried to hold his hand? She laid her arm next to his and placed her hand pinkie to pinkie with his.
He looked at their touching hands and then at her before placing his on top of hers with his palm down and his fingers between hers. She leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes, focused on the feel of his hand on hers, the warmth that spread from her fingertips through her body and to her toes. They rode hand in hand until the pharmacy drive-through. Once she had the bag, she took a pill.
Reid parked the SUV in the police department parking lot. “I’m going to run this into Detective Jacobs. I gave him Andrew’s phone number last night.”
She nodded.
He leaned over like he was going to kiss her, but then, he glanced toward the back seat. He sat back, raised her hand to his lips, and brushed his lips across the back of her hand. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared into the building. She leaned her head on the window and let the sun warm her face. Maybe, she’d been wrong about dating. Reid had countered all her fears. He’d been so good to JJ. And to her.
The driver’s door opened.
“That was quick.” She turned, but it wasn’t Reid in the driver’s seat. “Andrew, what are you doing?” She gulped and looked around the parking lot for help.
Andrew threw the car in reverse, backed out of the spot, and sped out of the parking lot.
“Where are you taking us?” Quinn’s body shook. He was here to kill them.
“I’m saving you.” He looked in the rearview mirror.
“By kidnapping us?”
