Flames. Smoke. Terror.
The knock on the door jarred a gasp from her and she opened her eyes while her heart pounded fast and furious. From the knock or the blips of memory? “I’m coming.”
She opened the door to find Toby holding his car keys. “You okay?” he asked.
“Okay might be pushing it, but I’m ready to go.”
His eyes darkened with an emotion she couldn’t identify. And wasn’t sure she wanted to. She was already drawn to this man who’d saved her, but the twinge of...something...that she felt toward him every so often cautioned her to hold herself distant until she could figure it out. She slipped past him and into the room.
Amber stood guard at the window. “I’m going to follow you back to Wrangler’s Corner,” she said to Toby. “Wait, a car just pulled in the parking lot and slowed when it drove past yours.”
“I parked several doors down. They won’t know what room we’re in.”
She held out a hand. “Give me your keys and your phone.”
“Why? What are you thinking?”
“Change of plans. I’m going to drive a circuitous route and you guys are going to take my car and phone back to Wrangler’s Corner.”
“Amber—”
“If someone managed to plant a tracking device on your truck, we need to throw them off. I’ll leave it at a bus station, grab a ticket to Nashville, then rent a car and drive to Wrangler’s Corner.”
Toby nodded. “Tell us when he’s gone and we’ll go together.” He and Amber swapped keys and phones.
Robin stood, bag over her shoulder, ready to act when signaled to do so.
When he tugged on her hand, she followed him to a new blue Tahoe and climbed into the passenger seat. Toby scrambled behind the wheel and within seconds, they were turning right out of the parking lot. Robin could see Amber in her side mirror driving Toby’s black Ford F-150. The woman turned left.
Robin watched until she couldn’t see Amber any longer and never saw anyone who looked like they were following her—or them.
“You can rest now if you want. It’s only about thirty minutes to Wrangler’s Corner.”
Since her head was protesting in spite of the medication, Robin didn’t argue. She closed her eyes and prayed she was making the right decisions, trusting the right people. Because if she was wrong, she was as good as dead.
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