CHAPTER 5
“I never knew fear before I met Becca.” The words echoed in my mind from an unseen source. It was multiple people; men, women, young and old, with accents from all over the world. Who or what was Becca?
I opened my eyes; I was back in the truck, resting in Adam’s arms. Only it wasn’t Adam. The man wore a military uniform. He turned to me, silently caressing my face. He had Adam’s icy blue eyes and hair the color of dark sand. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Looking out the window, the sun was intensely bright, blinding my vision. As I leaned forward, desperate for shade, I felt my stomach. I was noticeably pregnant.
I blinked my eyes. I could see strands of blond hair near my cheeks. This was not my hair. This was not my body. I was a blond female. I needed
