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My heart speeds up and I frown.What in the actual fuck?Either the pilot is having a serious technical issue or he’s a complete asshole and showing off. When he roars by, practically sideswiping us from fucking above, dangerously close, the tailwind hits the bike and Ivy loses control.
We skid sideways as I squeeze the brakes and then the bike starts to tip. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion for a few seconds.Shit.I don’t want the bike falling on her, so I grab her and haul her to the right, making sure I take the brunt of the fall.
BAM!
My leg gets caught under the bike and scrapes along the pavement a few seconds too long. That isn’t going to be pretty. “Are you okay?” I ask, shoving the bike up with a grunt and looking over at Ivy.
“I-I think so,” Ivy says then glances down. “Oh, God, your leg!”
She jumps up and I look down to see my torn, bloody jeans. All of a sudden, the sting sets in and I groan again.Fuck.So much for a nice bike ride. “Where is that fucker?” I growl and look up into the sky.
As if in answer, the plane is circling around again. The realization that something is really fucking wrong hits me like a bolt of lightning.
And then I see the mounted guns.
Guns that suddenly start shooting a barrage of bullets, tearing up the road, and heading straight toward us.
Chapter Ten: Ivy
“Ivy, run!”
For a stunned moment, I’m frozen in place, watching in horror at the plane bearing down, seemingly flying straight toward us. This takes fight or flight to an entirely new level. When the bullets start peppering the road, tearing up chunks of concrete, I snap into action and help Eric up. He shoves me toward the cornfield.
“In there!”
We run into the stalks and thankfully they’re high enough to provide a decent cover. I hear the plane roar by above us and the machine guns start firing again. With a scream, I dive and hit the ground beside Eric.
“What the fuck?” he demands, green eyes flashing. Then he’s pushing up and yanking me with him. “We have to keep moving!”
I look up and see the plane circling around again. “Who is that?” I ask, hurrying behind Eric and trying to stay low as we jog down the long, narrow row.
“I don’t know,” he answers. “But whoever it is, they’re really starting to piss me off.”
Eric Finn is always so calm and collected. This is the first time I’ve seen him rattled and that makes me nervous. Even when we were running from those mafia thugs in New York, he kept his cool and the witty remarks didn’t stop.
But now, his handsome face looks grim.
“This way,” he says and I follow him, cutting sideways and moving over a few rows. “Okay, hang on and stay down while I see where the bastard is.” I drop and he stands up straight, peering over the rows and trying to determine the plane’s location.
“Do you see it?” I ask.
“Yeah, I got eyes on him. He’s south of our position.” Eric drops down beside me. “There’s a construction site just past this field. We need to get out of here, and that might provide enough cover and confusion to lose them. Hopefully they’ll give up and head in a different direction. Or eventually leave to refuel.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Stay close,” he says. With a nod, I stand up and lean forward, trying to keep below the corn stalks. Hustling forward, I stay right on his heels, my hands clutching the back of his jacket. When he abruptly stops up short, I slam into him and bounce right off. He immediately turns to grab my elbows, steadying me.
“Sorry,” I murmur.
“They’re coming around again,” he states and swears under his breath. “As soon as they pass and I say go, we’re gonna run over to the building, okay?”
I nod and Eric peers over the stalks, watching and waiting. He resembles a crouched lion, waiting in the grasses, biding his time to strike. My heart is pounding so hard and I swear to God, I feel like I’m stuck in that awful scene inNorth By Northwest.
The plane screams by again, far too close, and each bullet that shoots through the nearby corn makes me jump. I have to give Eric and the others credit for their military careers. I don’t think I’d be able to handle the kind of danger they faced on a daily basis.
We wait a minute and then Eric hisses, “Let’s go!”
He grabs my hand and we take off, racing toward the huge, half-built building. It’s mostly just the framework, endless metal beams reaching up to the sky, and probably going to be a facility to process the sweet corn. I’m not exactly sure what Eric’s plan is, but he leads me into the shadows, and deeper into the construction site.
