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“We’re going back?” I ask, confused.
“Yep,” Brax focuses on the road.
“But those people were after me, we should be getting as far away from here as we can.”
“That’s exactly what we should do,” he agrees, then turns his bottom lip down and nods. “It’s also exactly what they’ll expect us to do.”
“So?” I wait, expecting a better explanation.
“So, we’ll sit under their noses until I’ve figured out what to do.”
“Where are you taking me, Brax?” I’m starting to feel really nervous. I have no control over the situation I’m in and it’s really freaking me out.
“Somewhere that no one knows about, somewhere safe, and somewhere I will probably regret taking you.” He turns his attention back to the road. I let my head fall back against the headrest.
I’ve already given up trying to figure this guy out. I just have to trust the one thing that all my instincts are screaming at me.
That as long as I’m with him, I’ll be safe.
Two hours later, Brax pulls off the freeway, and into a small town. I recognize the name as we drive past the welcome to Cascade sign, and he parks outside a convenience store.
“Lock the doors and keep your head down. I’ll be as quick as I can,” he instructs, as he opens the car door and leaves me alone, with the keys in the ignition.
It would be so easy to shuffle over to the driver’s seat and drive away.
But where would I go? Those men who came to kill me work for the CIA, I have no idea why they want to hurt me or how to protect myself from them.
So, I do exactly what Brax tells me, sinking low into my seat and keeping my head down.
He returns not long after, his arms loaded up with bags, which he puts in the trunk before getting into the car again.
“That should see us through for a few days while Jessie comes up with something.”
“Who’s Jessie?” I ask as he pulls out of the parking space.
“Someone from the club.”
“Does he know what your club want with me?” I ask, still desperate for answers.
“Only Prez knows that,” Brax tells me, keeping one hand on the wheel and reaching the other back to feed Duke a chew that he must have picked up from the store.
I don’t ask him any more questions, instead, I take in the pretty surroundings as he drives us out of town and higher and higher into the mountains. The trees around us get thicker, the roads become thinner and I realize that we’re now driving on a track.
Brax stops the car outside a cabin. One that’s secluded by the forest, just like you’d see on a vacation brochure.
“This is beautiful.” I look around in shock as I get out of the car. The place is completely isolated with only trees and wilderness in sight.
“It’s remote,” Brax says in that flat tone of his before he starts to unload the car. I step onto the wooden porch that looks out over the valley and slide my fingers over the wooden swing bench.
“Is this place yours?” I ask as he steps up behind me.
“Yeah, it’s mine,” he tells me, looking almost ashamed. He shifts the bags in his arms so he can take the keys out of his pocket, and I quickly take one off him to make it easier. He responds with a grateful nod before pushing the door open and gesturing for me to enter. Inside is just as beautiful as the outside, the place smells like wood shavings and pine, and although the furniture is basic and sparse, the place is far beyond somewhere you’d expect a man like Brax to live.
I take everything in while he puts away the groceries, Duke runs off into the forest to explore, and suddenly I feel like a spare part.
“Is there anything I can do?” I step into the open plan kitchen, where the cupboards are all made from oak, and there’s a small table between the kitchen and living space that looks handcrafted. Come to think about it, most of the furniture here looks like it’s been handcrafted.
“Just stay out of trouble,” Brax tells me, lifting his head out of the refrigerator to look me over in that way that always makes me feel so exposed.
