The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [50]
Jordan stared at her. “Good God.”
“It kept coming alongside me, and when I wouldn’t pull over, it…it hit the back of my car. The first time, I managed to keep control, but then it happened again, and the third time I went into a spin. The Mustang had to hit his brakes, too, to keep from barreling into me, and there was an oncoming car and the Mustang lost control. He went off the side of the road and crashed into a guardrail. The other car stopped to see if he was hurt, but I just kept going.”
“And you’ve been going ever since?”
She nodded. “I left Alden a week ago. It seems like a year. I stopped once and traded in my car, which was a nice little cherry-red Chevy Malibu, not worth much with the recent damage in the back. I bought that old rusted Buick instead. But I’ve been so on edge. I stopped to get gas once, and saw the Mustang again. I have no doubt I’m being followed, I just don’t know why. Alden didn’t really care about me, so it seems insane he’d go to this much trouble to harass me. And harassing me certainly wouldn’t make me reconsider marrying him.”
Sawyer pulled out a kitchen chair then forced her to sit in it. He said to Jordan, “Why don’t you put on some coffee or something? Casey, you should go on back to bed.”
Casey, who’d been sitting at the table, his head in his hand, looking weary, said, “No way.”
“Chores still have to be done tomorrow.”
“I’ll manage.”
Honey, relieved to be off her feet, smiled at him. “Really, Casey. You should get some sleep. There’s not anything else to hear tonight, anyway.”
Sawyer crouched down beside her, his expression intent, his nearness overpowering. She couldn’t be this close to him without wanting to touch him, to get closer still. And right now, he had all that warm, male skin exposed. She turned her face away, but he brought it back with a touch on her chin. “Now there’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. You’re going to tell me why you agreed to marry this bastard in the first place, and why he wanted to marry you. Then you’re going to tell me what made you change your mind. And if we have to sit here all night to get the full truth, then that’s what we’ll do.”
She knew she’d get no rest until he had his way, and she was limp from the nerve-racking experience of trying to steal away and getting caught in the act. She folded her hands primly in her lap and nodded. “Very well. But at least get dressed.” She looked over her shoulder at the others. “All of you. If I’m to be forced through the inquisition, I demand at least that much respect.”
Sawyer stared at her hard, and she couldn’t tell if it was amusement, annoyance or sexual awareness that brought on that hardness to his features. His gaze skimmed over her, then lit on her face. “Fair enough. But Casey will stay here to keep an eye on you. Don’t even think about running off again.”
He walked away, and she admitted she’d been wrong on all accounts. It was distrust that had been so evident on his face. And she had to admit she’d deserved it.
8
WHEN SAWYER STALKED into his room to grab some pants, still angry and doubly frustrated, the first thing he saw was the rumpled bed where she’d lain. Heat drifted over him in waves, making his vision hazy. He wanted her so badly he shook with it, and he knew the wanting wouldn’t go away. He hadn’t even known that kind of lust existed, because it never had for him before. Unlike Morgan, and even Gabe, he’d always had a handle on his sexuality. He was, more often than not, cool and remote, and always in control.
And after the way his wife had played him, used him, after suffering such a huge disappointment, he’d made a pact never to get involved again. Yet he’d been involved with Honey from the second he’d seen her in the car. He’d lifted her out, and awareness had sizzled along his nerve endings. He wanted to rail against the truth of that, but knew it wouldn’t do him any good. When he’d caught