Page 119 of Temptation
She did.
He ran from the hospital. Noble was with him for every step. “Keep talking to me,” he ordered Josie. “Tell me every move that vehicle makes.”
I’m coming for you, Sloane. I am coming.
Preston knew exactly which bastard had taken her from him. A bastard who would be in the ground before the sun set that day.
“Lily is fine, by the way.”
How long had they been driving?
“Just told you that BS about her so I could get you to come willingly with me at the hospital. Not like I wanted to drug you in front of a whole waiting room full of people.”
“Figured that out,” she snapped.
“That rich husband of hers has a big house that he rented in town for her. He’s keeping her tucked inside it. He has a guard—a guy named Desmond. Desmond was shadowing you for a while, but I managed to shake him today.” Mocking laughter. “People underestimate me. They shouldn’t do that.”
“Why did you kill Bridget?” She couldn’t see him. He was still driving the ambulance. She was trapped. Time was running out.
Preston is going to find me.
And if he didn’t…
Then I will just kill this jerk myself. Because she did not intend to get buried alive in a coffin. Been there, done that.
“Why did I kill Bridget? Uh, because you didn’t die? How about that for a reason? If you’d died like you were supposed to, then maybe she’d still be walking around.”
“I didn’t make you kill her. You chose to do that.” Her mind spun. “What happened? Did you think that because she was nice to you at work, that she wanted more? Did you think you’d get more than friendship and she shot you down?”
Silence.
He’d finally stopped talking.
Sloane knew she’d just scored a hit. “She rejected you, and you murdered her. Don’t you think burying a woman because she says no is overkill?”
The ambulance stopped. The engine died. The driver’s side door screeched open.
Oh, no. They’d reached their destination. Wherever that destination was. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. She had no weapon. She was strapped down. He’d have to remove the straps, though. He’d have to take them off her, and when he did, she’d have a chance.
She’d attack.
She’d get out of the ambulance. She’d escape.
He slammed the driver’s side door.
Her hands curled into fists. She focused on breathing. Nice and slow. Sloane tried to calm her racing heartbeat.
The rear doors of the ambulance flew open. “Nah.” Adam climbed inside. “I don’t think it was overkill.” He unstrapped her. Starting at her calves. Her thighs. “I think it was just the right amount—” He undid the strap at her waist. At her chest. “Of killing.”
She drove both of her fists at him. A vicious throat punch. Both of them, ramming him as hard as she could. He gasped, choked, and fell back on his ass.
Sloane ran. Or, fell. She fell out of the back of the ambulance and hit the ground. Her body didn’t want to cooperate fully—probably because of whatever drug he’d given her—so she crawled forward, digging her hands into the dirt and shoving up to see?—
Boots.
Brown pants.
Her head tipped back higher.
