His Secret Life by Debra Webb

Author:Debra Webb [Webb, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Suspense
ISBN: 9781426839450
Google: Ec_Q4xJTSmcC
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2008-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Troy stared at the keys in the ignition.

He could drive away.

It would be better if he did.

Having Jane along would only risk her life again and again or get her killed.

Like Patsy.

When he’d confessed that he’d rescued the woman and kid, Patsy had asked about a reward. He knew the reason. His excuse for not pursuing a relationship had been money. He’d insisted that a woman—a family—deserved more than he could give. And that was true. But Patsy hadn’t understood what he meant. She hadn’t known his secrets. She had assumed he meant because he worked at the diner for a pittance.

She’d wanted to help him. So they could be together. And that desire had gotten her killed.

Another murder on his conscience.

Something else he would have to live with.

If his pathetic existence could be called living.

He should have been honest with Patsy and told her that he liked her for a friend, but nothing more. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her…it seemed easier to give another kind of excuse.

Don’t think about it right now…just drive away.

He stared at the keys again.

It was the right thing to do.

Jane had saved his ass back there.

He doubted he would have gotten this far without her. Leaving her stranded like this was no way to repay her.

Troy closed his eyes.

This was a mistake.

Another in a long line of big, bad choices.

Like trusting his uncle.

The driver’s-side door opened and the decision was made.

Jane dropped behind the steering wheel. The look she sent in his direction told him she’d expected him to be gone when she got back out here.

“You didn’t drive away.” She started the engine.

“I thought about it.”

When she’d pulled around the building and onto the road, she exhaled a big breath. “You did the right thing.”

He didn’t bother telling her that it had all boiled down to timing. If she’d been another four or five seconds, they wouldn’t be having this conversation.

A few miles of silence elapsed. He spent most of that time watching her. She had herself a pretty good shiner, too. Her movements told him her ribs were sore. That made two of them. His lip was busted but good. And the swelling around his eye was going to be around a day or two. Maybe if he’d used the ice she’d gone to the trouble of getting…

Didn’t matter.

As soon as he had an ID, he was getting a flight to D.C. It was time this ended. On his terms.

But to do that he needed money.

Damn it.

He’d forgotten the money.

“We have to go back.”

She glanced at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

He shook his head, grimaced at the pain that shot through his skull. “I have to get something from my mailbox.”

“If anyone sees you—”

“That’s where you come in.”

She didn’t argue, just slowed, then turned around.

He gave her directions for taking a roundabout way into town. One that took them closer to the Mail-Boxes-For-You where he got his mail. Which was mostly current box-holder stuff. But it served his purposes.

“Pull in the side lot,” he instructed.

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