Hidden by Rebecca Zanetti

Author:Rebecca Zanetti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Pippa paced by her window, her mind reeling. The car wouldn’t work. What she knew about cars could fit in a teacup. No, not a teacup. In a tiny little eyedropper. Yeah. Why would her car suddenly stop working? It was old, but she’d never had a problem with it before.

She called four mechanics before she found one who’d drive all the way out to her house, but the woman didn’t have an opening for three days.

Three days.

Okay. Pippa gave her number in case there was a cancellation.

Maybe Malcolm knew something about cars. It seemed wrong to get his help and then take off without a word. Or perhaps he didn’t know a thing about cars.

Who the hell knew?

But, she didn’t want to leave. She wanted, for the first time, to stay and fight. To tell the truth to somebody. To Malcolm.

The flash of a truck caught her eye, and butterflies winged through her stomach. He was home. What should she do? Face him. That’s what she should do. It was time to trust. If anybody could be trusted, it was Malcolm West.

The second she truly decided, a huge weight lifted from her shoulders.

She opened the door and walked out on the porch, making it to the end of her walkway before noticing that the black truck wasn’t Malcolm’s.

The dog she’d met before barked and rushed toward her, yipping happily around her feet. He brushed her legs, and she nearly went down.

The guy who worked with Malcolm slowly made his way over. What was his name? The cop at the diner after the shooting had said it. Angus Force. Yeah, that was right. She watched him carefully.

He moved like he could move much faster if necessary. “Roscoe? Don’t knock the nice lady down.” He kept coming, his boots spraying up water. His hair was cut above his ears, thick and kind of messy in a totally cool way. This close, his eyes were a deep green. Darker than Mal’s. “You okay?”

She nodded, all words trapped in her throat. Ten steps. Ten steps backward and she’d be in the house. Away from this man.

He stopped a couple of feet away, his gaze searching. “I came to see Mal, but he’s not home. Any idea when he’ll be back?”

Wait a minute. This was Mal’s boss. “I thought he was at work.”

The guy blew out air. “He was, but then he said he had some errands to run. I told him I’d meet him at his house for pizza in about an hour, but I finished up early.” He frowned and glanced up at the cloud cover and then back to her. “Oh. I’m Angus Force, by the way.” He held out a hand.

Hers trembled, but she reached out and shook. This was one guy and not a crowd. He was Mal’s boss, which had to mean he was okay. Yet when he released her, relief made her shake. “Pippa.”

His grin made him look much younger. “I know. Mal’s talked about you.”

Her ears perked up.

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