Chapter Seven
He stared at her in shock, glanced at the two
sheriff’s deputies approaching, wrenched open the door of her car,
and jumped in.
She hit the gas hard and shot past the
startled deputies rushing around the bend, hoping they didn’t have
time to notice her license tag number.
“Déjà vu all over again,” Jason commented.
“What are you doing here?”
“You won’t believe me when I tell you.”
The headache disappeared just as suddenly as
it had come on. She sighed. How could she explain it in any way
that made sense, when she didn’t understand it herself, wasn’t even
sure she believed it herself?
“Kristie?” he prompted. “Are you all right?
What won’t I believe?”
“The reason I came back.”
He threw a look out the back window, probably
to see if anyone was following. “Try me
