Page 48 of Love in Overdrive

“Yes. Marti and Sawyer were there too.” If Addison thought that explained it all, she had another thing coming.

“And?” Something was brewing between her friend and Cade’s. Laney could smell it.

Nash typed an address into his GPS. “We should be there in about thirty minutes.”

“Thanks, man. And thanks for getting here so fast.” Cade glanced back at Laney and gave her a half smile.

Maybe a little too fast. Laney bit back a grin.

“Mr. Speed Demon here was close to one-hundred miles per hour on the straightaways. He’s lucky a state trooper didn’t pull us over.” Addison sneered at him.

Nash shot her a big grin over his shoulder, unfazed by her response. “You loved it.”

Cade’s chuckle warmed Laney, but she didn’t miss Nash watching Addison in the rearview mirror, or Addison’s eye roll.

Hmm. Laney watched them all with a curious expression. Addison was usually easy-going and good-natured, even flirty with an attractive man. But with Nash, she was uptight, even a little nervous. If Laney wasn’t on the verge of a nervous breakdown herself from all that had happened over the last twenty-four hours, she would have examined her friend’s behavior a little more closely.

“So, what happened?” Nash asked when they pulled off the two-lane county road and onto a highway.

Cade gave them the condensed version, leaving out a few things, mainly the intimate parts. Thank goodness. Laney’s pulse was already beating off the charts, reliving the carjacking. He also held back the part about the mix-up with the money bag. Laney understood why. The last thing they needed was for Cade to startle Nash with the news of the money and have him swerve and hit a tree.

By the time Cade finished, they were pulling into a gravel driveway that hadn’t been plowed.

“Let me find the key, and we can go inside.”

“Man, this place brings back memories. Deer hunting in the fall.” Cade grinned as he looked up at the small, A-frame cabin.

“Yup, remember the poker games?” Nash unlocked the door.

“I still can’t believe your dad let us smoke those cigars. Remember puking our guts out in the deer stand the next day?”

“How could I forget?” Nash grimaced.

Cade ushered Addison and her in ahead of him. The inside of the cabin was in better shape than the one Cade and Laney stayed in the night before.

Once inside, Cade took Laney’s bag, set it on the old oak table, and opened it. “We have another problem besides the cops thinking we robbed the bank.”

Cade opened the bag. Nash and Addison’s jaws dropped. “The real robber is probably looking for us right now.”

“Fuck. You have the shittiest luck.” Nash shook his head.

“Just turn it in,” Addison said.

“That was our plan all along. But we couldn’t walk down the road like sitting ducks, waiting for that psycho to come get us,” Cade said.

Laney took Cade’s hand. “When we finally got to a phone, we saw the news report and then called you for help. We need to turn it in, but with Cade’s previous experience with backwoods cops, we thought it would be better to turn it in back in Gray Duck Grove.”

Addison’s gaze dropped to where Laney held Cade’s hand. Her brows flattened.

Well, son of a biscuit. No sense in pretending. Laney doubled down by leaning into Cade’s side.

Addison cleared her throat and turned to Nash. “Do you have any food in here?”

He opened the cabinet and pulled out a can of stew, soup, beans, and some crackers that were probably stale.

“Why don’t you guys go get some firewood while Laney and I start some dinner? I’m sure Cade and Laney must be hungry. We can come up with a plan while we eat.”

“Sounds good. The tuna and beans wore off hours ago.” Cade patted his belly.