Page 3 of Chosen By a Billionaire (Rags to Romance #24)

But Harrison never “cut loose” for loose sake. He had a destination: New Jersey. To a big bash for one of his senior executives. From there? He had a lady waiting for him.

But after crossing the George Washington and driving along numerous back roads that led to the enormous mansion, he felt a sense of freedom. All of that New York congestion was behind him. His car now could perform the way it was built to perform, and he took off.

That was why Harrison fought with all he had to regain control of his spinning automobile to get out of harm’s way.

Harrison was relieved beyond measure that he had survived what felt like a targeted hit, but he wasn’t about to let that driver get away. He threw his gearshift into Drive and took off after that SUV.

The two vehicles sped through the streets of Jersey City as if they were on an obstacle course. Although Harrison had the faster vehicle by a mile, the Rav-4 kept going across bumpy fields and side streets with potholes that caused the sportscar some trouble keeping up.

But Harrison wasn’t about to let it out of his sight and he kept on speeding and swerving around holes and slowing down for bumps for several miles.

Until the Rav-4’s driver very deftly flew through a red light just as a cargo van entered that intersection. Harrison had to swerve again, to avoid that van, but he ended up clipping the van’s front driver side lights and spinning out once again.

When the spinning finally came to an end, his back bumper had crashed into a fire hydrant, trapping his vehicle in place, and that Rav-4 he had been chasing so diligently was long out of sight.

He hit his steering wheel with his fist as the van driver of the cargo van hurried over to make sure he was okay.

But then he leaned his head back. His adrenalin was dying down and the reality that he was almost a goner set in.

And although he was angry that that reckless driver had gotten away, he was thankful to God Almighty that he was still alive and well.

His security chief, whose job it was to monitor the GPS on all of Harrison’s fleet of automobiles because of Harrison’s order not to have a security detail following him after hours, had been phoning him throughout the entire ordeal when he saw all of the sudden stops and starts.

Harrison was also grateful to be able to answer that call.