Landon’s car was parked just beyond the tree line, blending into the shadows. He adjusted his grip on Daphne as she stirred weakly, her breath hot against his neck.
“I can walk now,” she murmured.
“Sure you can,” he muttered, not slowing.
She didn’t argue again.
When they reached the car, he opened the passenger door with one hand and gently lowered her into the seat. She winced, her fingers gripping the edge of the dashboard as she fought back a sound of pain.
Landon shut the door quietly, then circled to the driver’s side. Once inside, he started the engine and pulled away from the warehouse without a glance back.
For a long stretch of road, silence hung between them, thick and jagged.
“You really tracked me down?” Daphne finally asked, voice hoarse.
He nodded. “Didn’t exactly le
