Adele
The assumption that Rafe should swoop in and save me rankles. I guess it’s a result of the same pride that keeps me from accepting help from friends. I want to be able to handle problems on my own.
On the other hand, I’m certainly no match for a drug cartel if they’re hunting me.
I take my coat from Rafe and follow him out to his Humvee. “Where are we going?”
“Out of state.” He throws open the passenger door for me and practically lifts me inside. Jeez, the guy is strong. Like, crazy strong. I don’t know how that was even possible. “Somewhere we can lie low until I can take care of the cartel.” He buckles my seat belt and slams the door shut.
“How are you going to take care of the cartel?” I ask when he climbs in the passenger side.
When he looks at me, his eyes flash with gree
