CLOVIS SLID EMMA A look. She’d been silent since they’d climbed into the thugs’ van and hit the road. He could only imagine that she was terrified for her little girl. And, judging by the way she held herself, rigid and unnaturally still, he figured her wound was paining her pretty good.
The thought made his own knee throb. He stretched the leg as well as he could in the confined space. “We’ll need to stop for gas soon.”
Her head snapped around. “No! We don’t have time.”
“We don’t have a choice, Emma.” As fear slid through her pretty brown gaze, Clovis tried reassuring her. “I’ll hurry.”
She clenched long, blood-covered fingers on her thighs, swallowing hard. Her eyes skimmed to the small, round clock in the dash and she bit her bottom lip, obviously worried.
Clovis reached across the
