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“Where are we going?” he asked.
Good question. Everything in her was screaming to get back to the rez, pack her bags, and flee.
But what did she do with him?
“Are you a tribal member?” He’d told her his mother was, so it stood to reason.
“No.” Clipped. Flat.
Okaaay.Touchy subject.
She was a doctor. She couldn’t drop him off on the nearest street corner and wish him luck. He wasn’t safe now either, thanks to her. The main hospital in Gallup would notify the police. She couldn’t take him to a tribal medical facility without there being questions she didn’t want to answer.
“My place,” she blurted.
What are you doing?
The steering wheel dampened beneath her palms. “I can treat your wound.” She owed him. “You saved my life back there—thank you.”
It would give her time to calm down. Think about what to do next. Make a plan.
Caleb’s gaze met hers. “You’re welcome, Doc. Now tell me who those men were.”
Chapter Three
“Idon’tknow.Theywere looking for someone else. Mistook me for her.” Doc shot Caleb a nervous glance. “Crazy, huh?”
Her hands trembled on the wheel. Oncoming headlights lit the interior enough to catch the tension etched on her face.
A lie.
Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he’d assumed.
He’d expected her to live in Gallup. Instead, she sped north along the four-lane highway into Navajo Nation territory.
“Then why not call the police?”
“I just wanted to get away, okay?” Her voice climbed. “You got shot.”
She bit her lip. “I told them I was just passing through Gallup on business, so it’s not like they’re going to come looking for me. They’re probably long gone.”
“Hmmm. Probably.”
But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t come back. He recognized their type—low-level enforcers for a criminal organization. His father had been aHalcón—a Falcon—the eyes and ears of the Espina Negra drug cartel in Gallup and later Phoenix.
Maybe that’s why the older guy looked familiar. Caleb had been too young to remember most of his father’s associates, but that distinctive mustache sparked a memory.
Whoever they were, they hadn’t tried to kill her. They’d tried to take her. Deliver her to someone.
And she knew it. With a knife at her throat, she’d given him permission to act, knowing the man holding her wouldn’t actually cut her.
Caleb let it go. For now. But he wasn’t leaving without answers.
If she was in trouble, he’d encourage her to seek help.
If his mother’s family had helped her escape his father, maybe her life would’ve been different.
The SUV hit a pothole.