That was life.
She turned in her seat to apologize for being a jerk to him all year, but she didn’t get the chance to do so when he cursed. “Fuck.”
“What is it?”
“We’re being followed.”
Her throat dried up. “Are you sure?”
“Red sedan, four cars back. It’s been there for over an hour. I’ve taken a few turnings, and it stays with us.”
Sunny unbuckled her seatbelt to kneel on the seat and look through the rear window.
“It’s moved closer, three cars away now, Seb.”
He didn’t increase the speed, but he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his handgun, placing it between his spread legs.
Suddenly, the road trip became really serious, and Sunny couldn’t stomach the thought of Seb facing danger, especially not because of her.
“Seb. I’m frightened.” She shared and put herself back in the seat, buckling up. His hand came across and squeezed her thigh. She placed her hand on top of his.
“No one is going to get near you, sunbeam.” He said, using his personal nickname for her, making her want to burst into tears. “I promise.”
There was no one she trusted more.
But her fear kept tripling as she continually looked through the back window to see the pursuing car growing ever closer.
FIVE
Sebastian
There was a moment—a split second—when the red sedan edged at the side of Seb’s Ford 150, and he could see the whites of the driver’s eyes as he turned his head and stared directly at him with a knowing smirk. It was when Seb contemplated shooting the guy between the eyebrows.
He wouldn’t have hesitated to do it to guard Sunny.
He was thinking only of murder, cold and calculated, even though he’d never been close to killing anyone before. After idling at the side of Seb’s truck, the red car sped up and took a different turn.
“Has he gone?” she asked tentatively, still clinging to the back of the hand he had locked around Sunny’s thigh.
He should let go, but he couldn’t find the will to. When he was touching her, he knew she was safe. He squeezed her thigh to gain herattention, and she turned those devastatingly light blue eyes on him, full of worry.
“You’re getting home safe, Sunny, I promise.”
“I know that,” she smiled like she had all the confidence in him to do that. “That was scary. My heart is racing. I’d make a horrible spy. I’m getting way too hyped up.”
Seb rumbled a chuckle at her attempt at a joke. Sunny’s nervousness manifested as rambling. However, he didn’t want to frighten her, hearing her speak to him again felt good.
Her chatter somewhat calmed Seb down.
With everything coming to light days earlier, and his hasty trip to Texas yesterday, he’d had his foot on the metaphorical gas pedal, feeling more unhinged than ever. That someone could hurt Sunny or try to use her against Hawk was unthinkable.
He wanted to punch through walls and burn the fucking world to the ground; his fury was teetering on the brink of insanity.
Waking up from the brief nap to find her gone, he thought he was losing his mind until he heard her laughter outside the door.
The thoughts he’d had weren’t decent. He’d wanted to drag her inside and spank her ass for disappearing and making him fucking worry. He’d chewed on his back teeth and ignored his instincts like they hadn’t sprouted wings in his mind more than once.
Reluctantly, and because he knew he should, he withdrew his hand from Sunny’s thigh, instantly missing the warmth of her leg. Because his hand tingled, he dragged it over the roughness of his jeans several times.
