“Shut your mouth and let’s get
out of here.”
A secure grip on her, he
propelled her to his truck, a sardonic grin firmly in place.
“Been there. Done that. I’m, sure you remember all
She stiffened but snapped her
mouth shut. Once in the truck, he wasted no time getting
them out of there. Indigo didn’t move, just sat as close to
the door as she could.
“Why did they arrest you?”
He tried again. “Where’ve you
His cell buzzed, and he
readjusted to answer it. “What?”
“You’d better be on your way
from there.” Michael.
“Thanks for telling me. Why
are we picking her up?” Beckett did his best to sound
pissed for no other reason than she was the retrieval he
didn’t want to do. It had nothing to do with his feelings
for her and how he’d believed his heart torn out when she
vanished. Right, nothing at all to do with that. At
“Is she with you?”
“Passenger seat. Answer me.”
“Orders go from me to you not
the other way. Bring her in.”
He bit back his instinctive
rumble of displeasure. “Why her?”
“Just get her here. I’ll
explain then. How long before you get back?”
Beckett glanced at his watch.
“Five to six hours. It’s almost three hundred miles and a
He slammed on the brakes, the
truck fishtailing the moment it hit the shoulder. Dropping
the phone, he shut off the engine, jumping out before the
vehicle had come to a complete stop.
“Damn it, Indigo!”
She’d leapt from the truck
and ran full out in the other direction.