Find: Project Xol by Amabel Daniels

Author:Amabel Daniels [Daniels, Amabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Luke

Cassidy was too quiet on the way to the internet café. My experience with women was limited. This kind of experience, at least. But I knew enough to know this silence was a bad sign.

The last time she’d given me the silent treatment for this long was on a different ride. When we’d taken Jonah’s old truck from Cincy down here to Texas, we’d had a verbal stalemate. That time, I’d mutually shut my lips. We’d butted heads, being stupid enough to talk about something like sex. Now, I missed that stupid little fight, if it could be called that. For her to be pissed at me for hinting she was a prude—or whatever the hell it was that got her miffed. And for me to get hung up on how she was pushing my buttons, reminding me I wasn’t good enough. Such pointless crap to worry about.

This time, she was too somber. Like a shell of who I knew she was. I hadn’t known her for long, but the dull gaze in her eyes and the slump in her shoulders… That wasn’t her.

She’s been to hell and back. And she couldn’t be taking it well at all.

She was too…disconnected. Something I had no clue how to mend. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t my problem to solve. She mattered too much to ignore her mood.

Holding her hand seemed so small of a move but a monumental gesture. I’d shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. I didn’t have any intention of releasing her, but she’d tightened her grip and I could tell how much it helped her.

“Maybe we should pull over?” I suggested.

For the last twenty minutes, we were slowed down and crawling along in backed-up traffic. Orange barrels lined the median and it had to be the construction that hindered us. For every few feet we trudged along in the SUV, right next to another driver in the lane to our left, we were stuck near a stranger. A person who might see her and report her whereabouts.

“You think?” she asked. Even her tone was off. No fear, no argument. Just going with the flow. Too…detached.

“Yeah.” Long enough for me to try to snap you out of this. Maybe it’s shock that’s catching up. I thought she’d cried it all out last night but that was before she learned she was wanted for crimes she didn’t commit. Hell, I’d been wanted for crimes I had committed and that was a cruel disaster to accept. But to be hunted unjustly for something she hadn’t done? Had to be screwing with her need to please people.

I watched the cars as the next lane picked up speed slightly. “Yeah,” I repeated. “We’re too exposed like this. We can stop at that rest stop up there. Dye your hair again and cut it. Change, while we’re at it.”

She shrugged. “Yeah.”

God. She was stuck. It ripped at something in my chest, a twinge of discomfort that I refused to let fester. Fuck.

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