CHAPTER 30
I WAS TWO miles from home when my phone rang. Okay, which asshole had set my ringtone to the “Macarena”? I stopped caring as Tia’s name flashed up on the car’s display screen right next to the time. One o’clock in the morning? What was so important it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?
I hit the button on the steering wheel to answer, and the car filled with the sound of sobbing.
“Tia?” I clenched my fingers around the hard leather.
“Ash? Is that you?”
“Yes, what’s wrong?”
“I’m lost.” Seconds passed as she gulped in air. “I’m in some woods, and I don’t know where I am.”
“Why are you crying? And what are you doing in the woods at one a.m.?”
“I was with this guy, and he wouldn’t get off me, so I pushed him and he hit me. Then I jumped out of his car and ran.”
Looked like I was
