Morgan's heartbeat thudded in his chest. They sprinted across the lawn, jumped the fence, and raced toward where they'd parked the tow truck a few hundred feet away. Morgan resisted the urge to glance back to see if Brad looked as Jared described, but he kept his eyes on the ground for roots or stones threatening to trip him up.
The moment they arrived at Morgan’s truck, Ty seemed to remember he was still holding on to Morgan and let go. Morgan flexed his fingers, missing the warmth of Ty's hand in his.
Don't think about it. He's just doing his job.
And yet...There was something in Ty's expression that made a flicker of hope begin to k****e in Morgan’s chest.
Morgan climbed into the truck and hit the accelerator as fast as he dared without turning on their headlights. Thank you, shifte
