Off The Grid Christmas. Mary Ellen Porter

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      “Get out of your pack and get your seat belt on.” He issued the order and ignored her comment.

      “Are you expecting to crash?” But Arden shrugged out of her backpack and fastened the seat belt around her waist, carefully positioning the shoulder strap behind her so it wouldn’t bother her cat.

      “I’m expecting that they won’t give up easily,” he responded.

      “Logic agrees.”

      “Does it?” he said drily as he sped around a curve in the road. The light disappeared from the rearview mirror. Gone for now, but not for long. If they hadn’t been on a two-lane highway that overlooked a twenty-foot drop to the ocean, he’d have looked for a place to pull off and hide until their pursuers passed.

      “Of course,” Arden replied. “Now that they’ve used their weapons and shown their hand, they can’t let us escape. They’ll need to kill you to keep you from contacting the police once they’ve gotten their hands on me, so any way you cut it, they’re not going to give up easily.”

      “Kill me, huh?”

      “Does that surprise you?”

      “No, but I’m curious.”

      “About?”

      “Their reasons for wanting to take you alive.”

      “It’s complicated.”

      “Yeah?” He glanced at the speedometer, its needle hovering around eighty-five. Any faster and the vehicle would start shaking like it was in need of a front-end alignment.

      “Very.” She answered absently, giving no further explanation.

      “Care to tell me exactly who wants to keep you alive?”

      “In actuality, there are several entities who might be responsible for this. I am on the FBI’s most wanted list.”

      “You’re avoiding my question.”

      “No. I’m just avoiding giving you an answer.”

      “Why?”

      “My reasons are not your concern.”

      She obviously didn’t trust him. He’d drop it. For now.

      Arden twisted once more in her seat, looking out the back window. “Can this thing go any faster? I’m pretty sure I see headlights behind us again.”

      He could see them, too, but he’d already accelerated as much as the Tahoe could. “We’ve still got some distance between us.”

      “Not enough. Lubec’s less than a mile away. If you avoid Main Street, we might be able to give them the slip.”

      “It’s a small town, and there aren’t many places to hide. I won’t feel safe until we get you out of Lubec, and Maine altogether for that matter.”

      “That’s unrealistic. If we can’t beat them on this curved and twisting road, we can’t beat them in a race on the open highway.”

      “You’re assuming I’m planning to drive us out of here.”

      “Is there another option?” Her voice was sharp.

      “I left my Cessna at the Coastal Airstrip just outside of town.”

      “Cessna?” she said a little too loudly, her voice tight. “That’s your plan?”

      “Yes.”

      “I don’t fly,” Arden stated firmly.

      “You’re about to.” He took a sharp curve in the road. The turn into the airport access road was up ahead, and the headlights behind them had disappeared again. If he was fast enough, he could turn onto the road, cut the lights and wait for their pursuers to pass.

      As the SUV approached the turn, he cut the headlights and swung into the access road, tires squealing as they tried to gain traction.

      “This is the airport,” Arden said.

      “I told you. We’re flying out.”

      “I told you, I’m not.”

      She was.

      Even if he had to throw her kicking and screaming onto the Cessna. He’d committed to getting Arden back to her family. He was going to do it. No matter who was after her. No matter what kind of trouble she’d gotten herself into.

      No matter how determined she was to keep him from doing it.

      He didn’t back down from challenges. That was one of the reasons Jace had asked him to do the job. It went deeper than that, of course. They’d served together, fought together. They’d saved each other’s hides more than once. Their bond was a brotherhood, and it couldn’t be broken. They’d do anything for each other.

      Even fly a Cessna through a storm with a passenger who obviously didn’t want to be there.

       THREE

      Intellectually, Arden knew that the one-in-ten-million chance of being killed in a plane crash was much lower than the one-in-one chance of being killed if GeoArray got its hands on her. Once GeoArray got what it wanted, her pursuers would have no use for Arden and no reason to let her live. She’d been on the run for almost two weeks and was certain that with a few more days, she could crack the encryption that protected the files. If she was caught and the files confiscated before she had the chance to extract the information she needed, she’d have no way of proving Marcus Emory was a murderer—and maybe worse. She’d also have no way to prove her innocence.

      Yep. Her chances were better on the Cessna, but she wasn’t boarding it. She didn’t fly. Not ever. She’d find another way out of the mess she’d gotten herself into. Of course, to do that, she had to lose Kane.

      She shot a quick look in his direction. He was focused on the icy access road, concentrating on getting them to the death trap of an airplane before their pursuers. If he’d been driving a little more slowly, she would have chanced opening the door and jumping. She probably had a good shot of landing without injury—but not when they were traveling nearly blind in excess of fifty miles an hour, and not with Sebastian strapped to her chest.

      She’d have to make a break for it after they reached the plane. Even if she weren’t terrified of flying, there was no way she could let Kane bring her home.

      As much as Grayson wanted to help her, until she could prove her innocence, she couldn’t ask him to take her side against the FBI. Law enforcement was his calling and she would not be the one who caused him to lose his job with the FBI. She wasn’t sure what story Marcus Emory had fed the FBI, but his clever move had made her an enemy of the state. She was wanted by the United СКАЧАТЬ