Mallory bit down and then yanked at
the arm. Her meager strength came from another rush of adrenaline.
"Whoa, Mallory. It's just me."
The familiar voice froze her before
she could do any damage. Oh crap. As if her day hadn't tanked already.
One by one she uncurled her fingers
from around his wrist. Her shaking hands grasped the steering wheel, knuckles
white.
Her eyes fell closed. If she had a
list of people she never wanted to see again, his name would be at the top. Why
here? Why now? This was the last thing she needed.
She steadied her breath and her
gaze scanned the parking lot. No one stirred or walked to their car. She couldn't
be seen with him.
"Don't turn around. Just
drive. I'll be hunkered down in the back."
She started the car and drove home.
Her knuckles remained white. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I think you know."
Of course. "The bomb in our
trailer?"
Emotions roiled her stomach. She'd
have to stock up on antacids if Trey was back in her life. And she had just
been thinking how nutty this week of fair preparations had been. Now it all
looked so easy.
Her thoughts shifted to the events
of the evening. Who had put the bomb there? It wasn't a prank if this guy was
here. This was bigger than all of Coleville, Centre County
She pulled in front of her house, a
two-story Cape Cod set down a long driveway.
"We're here and no one can see
you from the road," she said.
She got out of the car, leaving her
guest to follow.
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