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My tone is none-too-friendly. “Is this how our relationship works? Because right now, that rubs me the wrong way.”

The rest of the elevator ride I stare unseeing at that stupid reflective door. Feels like I’m in a blender.

But there’s an undercurrent of unease about theI-rule-allremarks and how that fits into the picture of who we are.

I’m not sure if I agree with that mentality, but it seems I currently have zero say in my life.

This might not be an easy recovery.

Chapter Eight

COLE

You get acquainted with your sixth sense after years in the military. I get the prickle at my nape. Sometimes the tingle of awareness along my scalp.

Both are firing now.

Dammit. I hope I’m wrong.

When I cut my eyes to the passenger side mirror, Sierra catches on that I’m keyed up.

“That’s the fifth time you’ve checked that mirror in two minutes. What are you looking for?”

Not the conversation I want to be having. I watch the road ahead, then glance at rearview for another quick confirmation. I was right.

She needs to know.

“I’m watching a car that’s been keeping pace with us. Not trying to alarm you.” I pull my phone from my pocket and pass it to her. “It could be a tail. Hold on to my phone and have it ready to call 911.”

“Which car?”

“The black Dodge Charger. Late model. Tinted windows. Don’t turn around to look.”

She flutters nervously in the passenger seat, but she doesn’t turn her head.

“Good girl, you can look in the side-view but keep it casual.”

“I might not remember much, but I think I’ve watched some cop shows.”

Despite the fucked up fact that we might have a man tailing us, I chuckle dryly. “I can vouch for that.”

But the mood remains somber and quiet until Sierra speaks. “Do you really think someone would do that?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not taking any chances with your safety.”

A tense few minutes unfold. I accelerate, pushing past reasonable speed for the traffic, but not getting reckless. The Charger keeps pace.

Her voice has a quiver. “Is it still there?”

“Yes, just changed lanes, pacing along with us.” I check the mirrors again. “Call me paranoid, but with your accident being suspicious, I don’t want to take any chances.”

Her breath catches as she angles her head to look out the side mirror. “How long has it been there?”

Too fucking long for my taste. Adrenaline is pumping inside my body now. If Sierra wasn’t with me, this would be a whole different thing. I’d confront the bastard.

“He’s been there since we left the hospital.”

“Who would follow us?”