CHAPTER THIRTEEN
By the time Rylie got outside, the manager was already in his car, backing out. “Stop him!”
Michael was standing behind his car, trying to act as a barrier to get him to stop, but the crazed man tore out of the space anyway. Michael twisted to the side at the last minute, narrowly evading his car, and reached for the door handle.
As he did, he shouted, “Stop! Stop, dammit!”
From the look in his eye, he had no intention of stopping.
Still, she had to try. As the man lurched the car into drive, she stood in the center of the roadway, mere yards away from his front bumper.
His eyes met hers. She held them. “Stop.”
He revved the engine and gesticulated wildly. She could hear him shouting, despite his windows being closed. “Get out of the way!”
She shook her head, reac
