Chapter 15
From a sitting position in the backseat of a vehicle with smooth leather seats, Cassidy tried to rub her forehead—her arms were too heavy and she heard the clink of metal. She cautiously opened her eyes and saw the handcuffs around her wrists.
She blinked at the fast-moving trees beyond the car’s window—was she moving? Cassidy didn’t recognize the black leather interior of the vehicle—an SUV. The same one that had plowed into her limo? “Where am I?”
The driver coughed and Cassidy stared at the blonde, blue-eyed woman in the driver’s rearview mirror. Lucinda. Instantly the crash replayed in her mind. Lucinda had won. She must have stopped the wedding.
The model’s pretty face wore a snarl no magazine would print. “Nice, at the moment, but that’s just for the night.”
This did
