Chapter 8 She Isn’t Helpless

Weston

Brooke noticed the second vehicle before I did.

“Black Tahoe. Two cars back.”

I checked the rearview mirror. “Could be nothing.”

“It changed lanes when we did, slowed when you slowed, and skipped the turn lane even though its signal was already on.”

I looked again. The Tahoe had m...

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