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neck from side to side.

      With more force than he cared to admit, he looked away from her and directly at the road. “No. Listen to me. Do not look back. Do not move. We’re being tailed.”

      “What?”

      She started to whip her head toward the back—obnoxious woman—but he reached over with one hand and squeezed her thigh.

      She screeched and slapped his hand. “Don’t touch me.”

      He removed his hand, gripped the wheel with both now. Tried to erase any...reaction from touching her like that. It had only been a diversionary tactic. “Then do as you’re told and don’t look back.”

      Her shoulders went rigid and she stared straight ahead, eyes wide, breathing uneven. “You really think...”

      “I could be wrong. I’d rather be safe and wrong than wrong and sorry.” He looked at the mile marker, tried to focus on what was around them, where they could lose the tail. What it would mean if they couldn’t.

      Natalie grasped her knees, obviously panicking. As much as he knew he could figure this out, he understood that she was lost. Fire burning all of her possessions and sleepless nights on the road with a near stranger weren’t exactly calming events.

      “It’ll be fine,” he said, mustering all of his compassion—what little of that was left. “I’ve dodged better tails than this.”

      “Have you?”

      “Do you know a Texas Ranger has to have eight years of police work with a major crimes division before they’re even qualified to apply?”

      Natalie huffed out an obviously unimpressed breath. “So you had to write speeding tickets for eight years? Didn’t mean you had to dodge people following you.”

      Vaughn didn’t bother responding. Speeding tickets? Not for a long, long time. But he wasn’t going to tell her about the undercover operations he’d worked, the homicides he’d solved. He wasn’t going to waste precious brain space proving to her that he was the best man to keep her safe.

      Maybe when they got to the cabin he could just give her Jenny’s number and his ex-wife could fill Ms. Torres in on all the ways he’d put himself in danger during his years as a police officer.

      Frustrated with that line of thought, he jerked the wheel to get off the highway and onto an out-of-the-way exit at the last second.

      Unfortunately, the white sedan did the same.

      “We’re going to stop at the first gas station we find. We’re both going to get out, go inside and pretend to look for snacks. I’m going to talk to the attendant. You will stand in the candy aisle and wait for my sign.”

      “What’s your sign?” she said after a gulp.

      “You’ll know it when you see it.”

      “But...”

      “No buts. We have to play some things by ear.” Like what the purpose of an hours-long tail was. If it was to take them out, Vaughn had to believe they would have already attempted something. The hanging back and just following pointed more to an information-grabbing tail.

      It took a few miles, but a little town with a gas station finally appeared on the horizon. Vaughn kept his speed steady as he drove toward it, worked to keep himself calm as he pulled into a parking spot.

      “We get out. We act normal. You watch me, and you follow absolutely any and all orders I give you. Got it?”

      Natalie blinked at the gas station in front of them, and he could tell she wanted to argue, but the woman apparently had some sense because she finally nodded.

      Vaughn got out of the car first, and Natalie followed. She didn’t exactly look calm, but she didn’t bolt or run. She met him at the front of the car.

      Vaughn didn’t like it, but they had to look at least a little casual. Maybe these guys knew exactly who they were, but playing a part gave him a better shot of putting doubts in their heads.

      So, he linked fingers with Ms. Torres and walked like any two involved people might into the building. Her hand was clammy, and he gave it a little reassuring squeeze. He leaned close to her ear, hoping the two men outside were paying attention to the intimate move.

      “Go along with anything I do or say,” he said, low enough so that the cashier couldn’t hear.

      She didn’t say anything or nod, but she didn’t argue with him, either. In fact, she held tightly on to his hand.

      When he took a deep breath, all he could smell was the smoke that must still be in her hair from early this morning, but underneath there was some hint of something sweet.

      Lack of sleep was making him delirious. “Go find a snack, honey,” he said, doing his best to infect some ease into his exaggerated drawl. With only a little wobble, she let go of his hand and walked toward the candy aisle.

      Casually Vaughn sauntered to the counter. He glanced at the scratch-off tickets displayed, then glanced out the doors where the white sedan was parked, one of the men filling it up.

      Vaughn flicked his glance to the bored-looking cashier. “Ma’am,” he said with a nod. He slid his badge across the counter to where the cashier could see it. She didn’t flinch or even act impressed or moved. She popped her gum at him.

      He wouldn’t be deterred. “I need you to call the local police department. I need you to give them the following license plate number, description and my DSN.”

      She didn’t make a move to get a pen or paper. Vaughn glanced out of the corner of his eye to where the white sedan and two men in big coats and big hats stood. One eyeing his truck, the other eyeing the store and Natalie.

      Vaughn flicked his jacket out of the way so the cashier could also see his gun. “This is official police business. Call the local police department and give them the following information.” He inclined his head to the pen that was settled on top of the cash register keyboard. “Now.”

      The woman swallowed this time, and she grabbed the pen.

      Vaughn looked back at Natalie who was shaking in the candy aisle. He rattled off the information to the cashier.

      He kept tabs on the men outside who were obviously keeping tabs on him. “Make the call now. Whatever you do, don’t tell those men out there. Got it?”

      The now-nervous cashier gave a little nod and picked up the phone on the counter next to the cash register.

      As he moved away from the counter, one of the men started walking toward the door. Still, Vaughn didn’t panic. He’d been in a lot stickier situations than this, no matter what Ms. Hypnotist thought of his past experience.

      He approached Natalie, watching to make sure the cashier got the information to the local police before the man entered the door.

      It was a close call, but the cashier had some survival instincts herself and she hung up just as the man walked inside.

      Vaughn took Natalie’s arm. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

      She arched a brow, all holier-than-thou, even though terror was clearly lurking in the depths of those big dark eyes. “Together?”

      “Yes, ma’am.” He nodded toward the back of the store where the bathroom sign was. “Move. And whatever you do, don’t look behind us.”

      She started to walk toward the bathroom, still shaking, still braving it out. He’d give her credit for that.

      Later.

      “You know, every time you tell me not to do something, I only want to do it more?”

      “Okay, don’t look straight ahead. Don’t step into the women’s bathroom, and certainly don’t let me follow you inside.”

      Surprisingly, she did exactly what he wanted her to do.

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