After I unlocked the doors, he slid into the passenger seat. As I was hurrying around the front of the car, the wail of a police siren pierced the air. I flung the car door open and hopped inside. I gunned the engine before stomping on the accelerator, which sent us flying out of the parking space.
Declan cut his eyes over to me. “It's a measly cut, Peyton. You don't have to drive like I'm hemorrhaging."
“Didn't you hear the police siren? I have to get you out of here."
Chuckling, Declan replied, “Aiding and abetting a fugitive, Dr. Beasley. Whatever will this do to your reputation."
“I don't care about any of that." Truthfully, I did, but I cared more about Declan's safety.
“They're not going to arrest me."
“You and Carson did a lot of damage—"
“Which I'll pay for."
My gaze flicke
