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“Me?!”Fin scoffs, “I’m not the one distracting the driver!”
He points this time to the fucking mirror as if I’m the one that missed the point about being a safe driver which only fuels my anger more.
“You fucking dickweed, I see the goddamn mirror—”
“No, you fucking idiot.” He cuts me off and looks over his shoulder to change the lane again. “We’re being fucking followed.”
His latter statement rings around in my head more than the first as the words sink in.
Not again.
Fear, ripe and ready to stop my fucking heart grips at me and turns my insides around as I glance in the rearview on my side of the car.
And there it is. The van littered with camera lenses driving way too close to the bumper of the car.
My heart races out of my chest as memory steals my breath.
The memory of a very similar car chase.
A wreck that landed Rex in the hospital.
This can’t be normal.
“We’re gonna be fine.” Certain, Fin’s words sink into my panicking mind, his tone bringing me back to the now.
“I’m …” I can’t get the words out past my tight throat and my racing breaths.
“Having a panic attack?” Fin nods in my peripheral as I focus on the road in front of us flying by. “I can see that.”
He jockeys around more traffic, cuts off down a side street, and takes another turn that puts us back in the direction we were coming from.
Once he’s satisfied with the view behind us, he slows the car and places an open hand, palm up, on the center console.
“Here.”
I’m already shaking but the thought of holding another man’s hand sends me into another downward spiral.
“For fucks sake, it’s not a come-on.” He rolls his eyes as he eases around another turn and takes my hand anyways.
Warmth envelopes my palm as he loosely wraps his fingers around mine.
I feel small compared to his touch, the feeling cementing me in this moment and inside this car.
Calloused skin scrapes gently along my palm as the bumpy ride sends us jostling in our seats.
The feeling helps bring me down. Gives me focus.
“How’d you know to do that?” I ask with even breaths, my free hand clenching and unclenching to steady the shake.
“It’s a grounding technique.” He speaks to the windshield.
“Oh.” I slip out of his grasp as we slow even more through a residential area. “Thank you.”
Fin nods his acknowledgment and pulls the car off to the side of the road and kills the lights.
“Where are we?” I ask, poking my head around to see the different but same style houses lining the street.
“Nowhere.” He keeps his sight trained on the rear view. “Just a decoy.”
