CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It took Trev a couple of attempts to turn the patrol car the opposite way, thanks to Koby’s creative parking technique. Charlotte snuck a look at his face. She’d worried him. Her heart sank. Far too often he’d asked her to stay out of danger and stop sleuthing yet here they were again.
“I wasn’t in danger.” She ventured as the patrol car climbed toward the road.
“Let me be the judge of that.” His tone didn’t encourage further discussion.
He needed a moment. Well, so did she. And if Trev was angry or disappointed in her actions—again—then how would they go forward? Had she just put her life on the line for Henry, only to lose her future with the man she loved?
Her hands were shaking. Her heart hurt and the lump in her throat made swallowing difficult. Adrenaline.
Or
