LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter Four

      Adrenaline pumped through his body, and Asher’s limbs jerked with the power of the sensation.

      Paige screamed and he flushed with rage. She had to get out of here, had to move the car. Unless they had her boxed in. A car in front and one in back that she didn’t notice?

      He pounded on the roof of his prison with his fist. The car jumped in Reverse, and his head whacked the side of the trunk. He didn’t even care. They were in motion.

      He heard a man shouting. Sounded like that giant oaf Granger. The tires squealed and the smell of burning rubber assailed his nostrils.

      The car jerked to the left. Asher felt like he was on some amusement park ride that kept you in the dark so you couldn’t see the next turn of the track.

      Paige must’ve floored it, because the car leaped forward and then the back fishtailed. As the car picked up speed, a crash echoed outside the trunk. Asher braced his body for an impact, wedging his bare feet against the side of the trunk...but none came.

      The car hit a bump and then...nothing. It sailed forward. “Paige. Paige, can you hear me?”

      Several seconds passed, and then he heard the sweetest sound ever.

      “We’re in the clear. The van that was blocking me crashed into another car.”

      Asher’s lungs ached as he released a long breath in the close confines of the trunk. “Get as far away from here as possible and head south. Can you do that?”

      Maybe Paige didn’t have any breath left to answer, but as long as the car kept going forward he’d leave it in her capable hands.

      Because his...fiancée had proved herself to be more than capable. In fact, she was a badass.

      They traveled for what must’ve been at least thirty minutes before the car slowed down. It bumped and rumbled over rocky terrain before coming to a stop.

      Paige threw open the trunk, and Asher blinked his eyes at the daylight.

      “Are you okay?” They asked the question in unison, so he answered first.

      “I’m fine. What the hell happened back there?” He uncurled his legs and swung one outside the trunk and then rolled out.

      “Do you need to stretch out before getting into the passenger seat?”

      “I just want out of this area.” He picked his way to the front door of the car as pebbles and twigs attacked the soles of his feet.

      Paige got behind the wheel and cranked up the heater. “You must be freezing.”

      “Hadn’t noticed...until now.” He rubbed his arms. “Are you going to tell me what went on with that van?”

      She cranked her head over her shoulder and backed out of the outlet she’d pulled into. “Came up to the lone signal in Mooseville and pulled behind a white van. When the light changed, the van didn’t move. I was about to pull around it when two goons in scrubs burst out of the van. I knew right away who they were. They must’ve been waiting for me—or any of your other friends on their list—to show up. They must’ve had my picture, and when they recognized me, they made their move.”

      “Now they know who helped me.” And they knew that Paige was connected to him in some way. His fiancée. “How did you get away?”

      “I reversed, and they jumped back into the van, but they weren’t paying attention. The light had changed, and another car T-boned them.” She smirked. “That van isn’t going anywhere.”

      “Buys us some time.”

      She flicked her fingers at him. “We have to get you some clothes...and food. Are you hungry?”

      “Not at all.” He tapped on the window. “Not sure where we’re going to buy clothes in the middle of nowhere.”

      “We’re not exactly in the middle of nowhere. See those mountains?” She tipped her chin forward. “There’s a ski resort up there, and it’s open despite the lack of snow. They’re manufacturing it now and expect the weather to cooperate in the next day or two for the Christmas holidays.”

      “You know this area?”

      “No. Why would I know this area when I’m from Vegas?” She stopped and bit her bottom lip. “But you don’t know that I’m from Vegas, do you?”

      He reached out suddenly and touched her wrist. “No, but I’ll remember. You’ll tell me everything.”

      A smile wobbled on her lips. “Looking forward to it.”

      He pulled his hand back and dropped it in his lap as guilt nibbled at the edges of his mind. Touching her had been a calculated move on his part because he’d sensed her grief at his memory loss. His amnesia might even be worse for her. At least he didn’t know what he was missing.

      It had to be devastating to look into the eyes of someone who was supposed to love you and see a complete lack of recognition or feeling.

      He stared out the window. Not a complete lack of feeling. Even locked in the trunk, he’d experienced an overpowering urge to protect this woman when she’d been in danger. Maybe that was normal under the circumstances, but he’d felt a tug at his heart when he first ran into her in the woods, too.

      He’d get it all back. From what he’d seen of Paige so far, he had great taste in women.

      “How much longer to the ski resort and do you think you can make it to a store before it closes and pick up some clothes for me?”

      “Maybe an hour away. I know your sizes. Don’t worry.” A crease formed between her eyebrows. “Do you think it’ll be safe? Would they have any reason to track us there?”

      “Hell, I don’t know. I don’t even know why they’d want to track me down. What do they want with me?”

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