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I barked out a laugh and yanked off my seat belt. “Stupid, was it now?” I spat. “Well, fuck you very much, and let me relieve you of the burden.”
“What the hell are you doing?” he said, giving me a double take as I grabbed my bag out of the back seat.
“Pull over,” I said through my teeth.
“What?”
I spun on him. “Pull the fuck over, Adam.”
With a sharp twist of his wrist, he veered to the right, onto the shoulder, slamming on the brakes. Lance slid onto the floorboard in the back.
I glared at Adam. “Nice.”
“Just following orders.”
Why? Why did I keep believing in something that wasn’t there?
I shoved the door open and stepped out more forcefully than was comfortable, but I wasn’t about to show it. I grabbed the leash and hooked Lance up, shouldering my bag.
“You can go,” I hissed, slamming the door.
He didn’t move.
“Ugh,” I huffed, stomping ahead, carefully keeping to the steady pavement of the shoulder while letting Lance frolic in the weeds and grass to the right.
I refused to look over my shoulder, but Adam never passed me. Fine. Let the prick sit back there and stew in his own juices. Call me stupid? Call me an idiot? I could call Grace in a heartbeat to come pick me up, but hell would freeze over before I’d show him that weakness.
Within a few minutes, the rumble of the Bel Air’s engine closed in behind me.
I stopped. So did it. A foot behind me.
I spun around. “Are you kidding me?”
He held up a finger, telling me he wasn’t.
“You’re an asshole!” I yelled.
He blew me a kiss.
I shook my head, spun, and walked faster, tugging Lance to do the same and thanking Jesus for giving me the good sense to wear flats today.
“Never again,” I said on repeat as my breath puffed out in cold vapor. “Never again.”
After making a curve that I knew preceded the outskirts of Redemption, a siren bleeped for half a second.
I looked to my left to see a police force SUV coming my way. With my brother-in-law behind the wheel.
Awesome.
He pulled over, parked in front of me, and got out, while I smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and strolled right around him, Lance in tow. I knew full well what the scene looked like. Like something from a really cringeworthy movie.
I didn’t care.
My belly hurt. My side hurt. My pride hurt. And I just wanted to get home, feel safe, and crawl into my bed and fall apart. My feet faltered. My place had been tossed, too, and was likely still in that state, and—
“Damn it!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I turned to see both men standing by their vehicles, watching me.
