Page 76 of Driven to Love

She nodded, and he left.

How could he have jumped to such a conclusion? Honestly, pretty easily. After watching that other woman go apeshit at Addison, he realized people did absurd things when they felt they had no other choice.

He knew Jillian was attracted to him. She’d thrown out every hint, feeler, move at him, and he’d dodged them all. But had he really? Had he just come out and said he wasn’t interested? Sure, he’d brushed her off, but not once had he said “no, not interested” in those words.

The one thing he had accomplished was making things really awkward the next time Davey hung out with her son. Even more awkward than it was before. Nash sighed, climbed into his truck, and started the engine. If there were the slightest chance she had been involved in what happened to Addison, he would do it all again.

As he drove out of town, he hit the call button and instructed his phone to call Addison.

“Hello?”

Nash exhaled. Stress he hadn’t realized he held dissolved at the sound of her voice. She was okay.

“Hey, how’s it going?” No need to tell her about his embarrassing tirade at Jillian’s.

“Oh, Marti had to go. She got a call from her mom that they had cows out at the farm, and I told Laney that I was tired, so she could take off.”

“So you’re there alone?” His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No need to worry. I have fearless Max and the killer cat here with me. I will be fine.”

“I should be there in a little over an hour and a half.” In his head, he was calculating if he sped, he could knock fifteen minutes off his time.

“You worry too much—”

“Addison?”

The line clicked, cutting off her last word. Panic shot through his veins. He stabbed the button for the phone and recalled her. It went straight to voicemail. He wasn’t in a dead spot. The only reason he could think that she couldn’t answer the call made his blood turn ice cold. He stomped on the gas pedal at the same time as he stabbed the phone button again. If he used any more force, he would break it.

“Yeah, buddy?” Cade’s voice flowed casually through the phone.

“Get over to my house now!”

“Whoa. On my way. What’s going on? Do I need to call the police?”

“Maybe. But get there now. I was talking to Addison, and we got cut off. She’s not picking up.”

Nash’s mind scattered as he flew past cars, ten, twenty miles over the speed limit on the straightaways. Once he hit the edge of the metro, he pushed his truck to its max. Only one thing ran through his mind… Get to Addison.

Chapter 22

Addison fought the grogginess filling her head as she battled to open her eyes. Where was she? She blinked, pushing back the haze. Nothing in this room sparked any memories. Not a one. She hadn’t a clue where she was. The only thing she knew for sure was she’d never been here before.

So how did she end up here? The last thing she remembered was Nash’s voice in her ear. The phone. A shadow from behind. A sweet-smelling cloth over her face. Dizziness as she lost consciousness.

She tensed.

“Relax. You’re not going anywhere,” a voice said from across the room.

A light flickered on, and Addison shielded her eyes.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” That voice…? It registered somewhere in the back of her foggy mind. She reached to sit up, but couldn’t. Something held her down—a large, heavy band. She tugged and pulled, and the only thing she accomplished was making her wrists sore.

Ugh! She felt the restraint. Plastic ties… big ones. Why couldn’t it be one of those rope knots Davey had shown her? She had a chance of getting out of those.

She blinked away the glare and fully opened her eyes. The first thing that came into view was a poster of the 1991 Twins team. Right next to it was another poster of the 1987 team. Those were the years they won the World Series. Holy crap! It dawned on her. The voice. The posters. Corey.

“Didn’t you get enough beauty sleep?”