she took a deep breath. If he could listen to reason and think logically, that would tell her a lot about his mental state.
“I’m taking you to my motel right now. We should leave as soon as I can check out. This is a small town and the people at that house of horrors will most likely fan out there first to look for you.”
He nodded, his mouth still tight.
“Why would I contact you secretly and help you escape if I were in cahoots with the hospital and planned to deliver you back to them? What would be the plan? To test you? They don’t need to test you. They have you captive and a pharmaceutical cornucopia to keep you complacent.”
His firm jaw softened and he blinked his eyes.
“What did they tell you about the woods yesterday? Because I can tell you right now, one of those stooges who came after you, Lewis or Granger, shot a dart in the side of your neck to take you down.”
Asher clapped his hand against the left side of his neck. “They said I passed out.”
“Yeah, like a lion passes out after a few hundred blow darts sink into him.”
“I suspected something but didn’t let on.” He touched the back of his head. “I’m still pretty confused, but I pretended everything was great so that I’d have another opportunity to go outside...in case you came back.”
“Well, I did.” She reached for his thigh and stopped herself. He still thought of her as a stranger, but she planned to remedy that.
She grabbed the bottle of water in the cup holder instead. “Do you want some water?” She shook the bottle and the water sloshed back and forth. “It’s not laced with anything—except my germs.”
His hand hovered near the bottle for a couple of seconds and then he snatched it from her. He downed the rest of the water. “Sorry. Those damned drugs make me thirsty.”
She looked away from the road and pointed to his feet. “We’re going to have to take care of those.”
“My feet are the least of my worries right now—and I have plenty.”
About a half hour later, they hit the outskirts of Mooseville and Paige tapped Asher’s shoulder. “You should slump down in about five minutes, just until we get through the town. My motel is tucked away from the main drag. I can sneak you inside without a problem.”
“I’m not going anywhere sitting in this car.”
“Excuse me?” She always did have to deal with Asher’s stubbornness, but his stubbornness combined with amnesia and fear just catapulted it to another dimension.
“It’s too risky. Pull over now and I’ll get in the trunk.”
“The trunk?” Her gaze swept his large form, unchanged from weeks of captivity and bed rest.
“I can squeeze in. I’m not taking any chance of anyone seeing me in this town. Is it really called Mooseville?”
“It is and I will.” She pulled over and popped the trunk from the inside of the car. They both got out and she lifted the lid of the trunk. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Looks like heaven compared to that hospital bed.”
He crawled inside the trunk and his hospital gown spread open, revealing his mighty fine backside.
“Here, let’s get you decent.” She tugged the gown around his thighs, her fingers skimming his cold skin. She started to remove her jacket.
“Leave it on. You shouldn’t look any different from when you left... Shut it.”
Paige slammed the lid of the trunk on Asher, curled into a fetal position. She could do this, despite what her mother believed.
She drove through the sleepy town of Mooseville and pulled up to her room at the motel. She shouted over her shoulder. “I’m back at the motel. I’ll just grab my stuff and check out.”
After Asher gave his muffled assent, Paige slid from the car and pushed the door closed with a click. It took her ten minutes to throw her stuff in a bag. She dumped the three bottled waters from the fridge into a plastic bag, along with her leftover sandwich from the day before.
She strode to the motel office, swinging the room key from her finger. The bell on the door jingled when she swung it open.
Charlie, the motel’s proprietor, peeked around the corner of the back office. His eyes widened when he saw her. “You’d better get out of here.”
The key flew off her finger and her jaw dropped. “Why?”
“They’re looking for you.”
Goose bumps rippled across her flesh. “Who?”
“Those folks at the rest home on the hill.” Charlie looked both ways as if the two of them weren’t the only ones in the room. “Government folks.”
She stooped to pick up the key and smacked it on the counter. “They’re looking for me by name?”
“You...and others.” He swept the key from the counter and dropped it in a drawer. “They came charging in here asking about this one and that one—mostly men—but then they mentioned your name, Paige Sterling. Said you also might be using Paige Knight.”
Paige gripped the strap of her purse. “They asked for me by name? What did they want to know?”
“If you’d been here, checked into the motel.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the parking lot and her rental car with one big Delta Force soldier stashed in the trunk. “And you said...?”
Charlie folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. “Told ’em they’d need to come back with the cops and a search warrant if they wanted to see my guests’ names. I did tell them I didn’t have any single women staying here.”
“Thank you, Charlie. I’m not involved in anything illegal.”
He waved a hand. “I don’t trust that bunch up there. Wouldn’t give ’em the correct time of day if they asked.”
“I don’t trust them, either. I’m out of here. You can put the balance for the room on the credit card I used.”
“Will do. Too bad I already ran it. That can be traced now.”
“When I checked in here, I didn’t realize...” She shook her head. “It’s all right.”
“Safe travels.”
She slammed the office door harder than she’d intended and jogged to the car. She opened the back door and tossed her suitcase and pack onto the seat. When she slid behind the wheel, she turned her head to the side. “They’re already looking for me, and others. They must realize you had help. The guy at the motel didn’t tell them anything, so they can’t know I’m the one who’s here.”
A thump resounded from the trunk, and Paige knew Asher had heard her.
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