Sara’s hand shook as she ended the call with Ian. How would he be able to get here to pick her up without leading someone to her?She pushed the pad of her thumb into the edge of her top teeth as she looked around. What did she need to bring? This wasn’t her first move, but she’d grown too attached to the small house that used to belong to her old friend.Not knowing when she’d get to come back, she started packing clothes she didn’t intend to wear anytime soon. Half an hour later, her phone rang, and she saw that it was Andrew.“Hey, I should’ve called you,” Sara said.“I’m sorry. I’ve been out sick, and I just heard the news. I’m not sure how word got out, but I think the best course of action is to get out of town.”She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. “I can’t leave without Ian.”“So take him with you.”“He’s being followed by reporters.”Andrew whispered a curse. “Can’t you leave without him? You have a car. He could meet you somewhere.”She could, but how well
Sara jumped from her seat at the kitchen table when she heard gravel crunching beneath tires. Hanging over the sink, she spotted a black Tahoe parking beside her car. It was Brian. She dumped the meager sandwich she’d been eating into the trash as she ran to the door.Brian was stepping out of the truck. The sun was setting, but there was still ample light spilling into the clearing around the house. What if it wasn’t Brian? He was much bigger than she remembered him being in high school, but she shoved the doubt to the side when she saw his face. She’d know that smile anywhere.He bounded to the door to meet her. “Hey, Lizzy!” His excitement was short-lived as he remembered her name change. “Sorry, old habits.” He turned to scan the area as he stepped to the door she held open for him.“Don’t worry about it. Get in here. Nobody followed you?”“Nope. I’ve got stealth like a cheetah.”Sara chuckled. “I’ve missed you. It’s good to see you haven’t changed.”“That’s me. Old reliable.” Bri
Ian Waiting for nightfall was torture. He’d packed the essentials and loaded them into his truck in the privacy of his garage, but he wanted to make sure no one was hanging around before leaving. He’d called Tyler and Sissy first, and that phone call had been tough. He was happy to leave them to the task of explaining his absence to the kids. They would be devastated. Lydia adored Ian, and he’d appreciated being able to be himself around her. It was easy to relax and forget about the tougher parts of life around an innocent toddler. The call had begun and ended with Sissy in tears, but there wasn’t much he could do to change things. He and Sara needed to leave now, and waiting for the cover of darkness was almost too long. Owen McCall had at least a day’s head start on them. Next had been Ian’s parents. His mom had shed some tears, but this wasn’t the first time he’d warned them he intended to be gone for an indefinite amount of time. Coming from a marine family, his mom was used
Sara listened to Brian playing the guitar as he neared the end of another song. With her head resting back on the couch and her eyes closed, she had almost calmed herself enough to forget about the threat she still faced. Brian stilled the strings. “Another?” “Sure. Keep playing as long as you want. I love your songs.” She’d picked up her Bible once tonight, but her mind was racing too fast to concentrate on the words. Instead, she found she could pray silently while Brian sang. In the quiet stretch of space before Brian began the next song, she heard footsteps. The faint rustle came from the front of the house. Raising her head and turning toward the door in the kitchen, she whispered, “Is that Ian?” Brian had stilled, and he was watching the door too. “I don’t think so,” he whispered back. “He’d be more deliberate.” Sara turned to Brian, hoping he could communicate with her quietly enough to form a quick plan. Brian raised a finger to his lips and rested the guitar on the floo
Ian Ian focused on the patch of road illuminated by his headlights. There were only a few more minutes left until he’d see Sara again. Ian tried to tell himself he could be patient just as his foot fell heavier on the accelerator. He was bounding up the quiet road leading to Mr. Garrison’s old house when the light leading him shone on an old car parked by the mailbox at the end of the long driveway. Ian knew something was wrong as he gunned it for the car, desperate to get a closer look. No, he couldn’t see a reason for a car to be parked at the end of the driveway, other than the need for stealth. They must have followed Brian here earlier. Ian jerked the wheel to race up the winding gravel road. Jake’s truck revved deep as Ian bounced over the rutted-out lane. Ian had to believe he wasn’t too late. The consequences of even the slightest delay were unbearable. Blood pumped hard through his veins, spurring him on, begging him to run to her. He called Jake, ready to summon the g
Cold. Sara couldn’t think of anything beyond the cold. Her body shook, and her teeth clicked together as she fought to regain an ember of warmth. Ian burst into the house and laid her on the couch before backing away. She felt the loss of his heat, and the freezing renewed. People descended on her, and they worked like bees in a hive—constantly moving, but never bumping into each other or stumbling. They were pulling at her clothes, but she couldn’t dislodge her arms from where they were wrapped up in Ian’s jacket. She heard questions every so often, but she couldn’t answer. The shaking was too violent to override. A few of the men lifted her onto a gurney. Ian was beside her as they moved her outside and into the ambulance. Ian ducked his head low to follow the paramedic into the ambulance. He sat close enough that he could lay his hand on her leg, but he gave the man enough room to help her. After all the wet clothes were gone, warm blankets were piled on top of her, and Ian
Ian Ian parked the truck and killed the engine. He didn’t rush to get out. Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted across the seat of the truck. The cab light cast a blinding brightness on her face, and his attention was glued to her smile. She wrapped her hands around his upper arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t speak. He kissed the top of her head as the light dimmed, and tapped his finger on the top of her hand three times. She tapped back once. She always tapped once, letting him know she was okay. Ian whispered into her hair, “We don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.” Sara nuzzled closer. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while. I think you might be the one with reservations.” A month ago, he would’ve dragged his feet into Rusty’s to meet his friends for one of their big revelation get-togethers. Now, things were different. He was different, and Sara was beside him. “I’m ready,” Ian said. “We’re finally celebrating something I had a part in—someth
One Month Later Addie Addie clipped the tennis bracelet Declan had given her for their first wedding anniversary on her wrist. The small diamonds wove around her skin in a pattern of triangles that caught the light just right. A squeal of happiness rang from the living room, and Addie went to see about the fun. The sound of her heels clicking was muffled by the carpet until she stepped to the hardwood of the living room. “What’s going on here?” she asked, eager to know what was causing her daughter to make such a joyful noise. Suzie sat on the floor, while Declan crept two fingers across the rug toward her. Suzie’s shoulders moved up toward her ears as she anticipated the coming tickle hand, and she squealed in delight before her dad even touched her. Addie clipped an earring in her ear and bent to kiss Suzie on the top of her head. “I love you, my little sunshine.” Addie wrapped both hands around her daughter and squeezed before turning to Declan. “You need anything before I go