Page 11 of Daddy's Trust
“You gonna talk?” the first guy asked in a rough voice as they both stared at her.
She shifted from foot to foot, feeling uncertain about what he was thinking and seeing. She glanced around. This was actually a nice-looking street.
“I think she’s too scared. Look at the way she’s trembling and she can barely hold herself up,” the second guy said.
Unfortunately, all of that was true.
And, apparently, very obvious.
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” the first guy said.
God, he was gorgeous. Even when he was scowling.
Also, way, way out of her league. Not that she could ever be with a man.
“What do we do with her?” the second guy asked.
“Did you lose your friends?”
She nodded.
“All right. Do you have a phone? Can you call them?” the first guy asked.
Oh my God.
She was a complete and utter moron. Why hadn’t she called them? Her hands shook as she took her backpack off. For some reason, both men tensed.
“Give it to me!” Number One barked.
Addie grasped the backpack against her chest. What? Why did he want it? It was hers! Was he going to rob her?
That wasn’t cool.
Not cool at all. This backpack held her life in it and she wasn’t going to just hand it over to him.
So she attempted to back up a step. Only she found herself trapped against the pickup. She moved to the side. Maybe she could just take off. Surely she was faster than these guys?
“Easy, girl,” Number One said. “No one is going to hurt you or take your stuff. I just want to make sure you don’t have a weapon in there.”
A weapon? Why would she have a weapon? The only weapon she had was a flashlight. Well, there was Snaggles, but he’d never bite anyone.
Suddenly, Number One guy snatched the backpack out of her hands. She launched herself toward him, but he stepped back and the other man got in between them.
Another squeal of fear left her.
She wished she wasn’t such a scaredy-cat. Her mother had taught her to fear everything.
And she’d been a very good teacher.
Number One, who she was starting to think of less and less as her rescuer, and more and more as a meanie, searched through her bag. First out was her phone, then her wallet.
“Check to see if she’s got ID so we know her name,” Number Two said.
“Yep, here it is. Her name is Adeline McMillan.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“Doesn’t seem as though she likes that name,” Number One said. “What about Addie?”
