What on earth was she doing? This was insane. Sawyer wrapped her fingers tightly around the wheel as she listened to Quinn’s heavy breathing. His heart raced, but he looked relaxed in the seat beside her. She stiffened as she replayed what happened.
Why did she tell him to get in? Sawyer bit her lip. Curse her kindness, she couldn’t leave him there and now she was trapped with him. She was a fugitive. She should have left Austin when she had the chance. Sawyer looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
The plaid shirt covered in Brom’s blood sat in a bag in the trunk. Unfortunately, he was lucky he wore a shirt underneath his plaid, or they’d have to stop. Quinn scrubbed his hands until they were red, she had to stop him. The white shirt he had on was form fitting, hugging his muscles.
