In a sudden and desperate move, she grabbed at the handle on the door and furiously tried to open it. She looked around for a lock, pushing on the door at the same time, but it wouldn't give. She popped the little button on the door next to the window-up and down, up and down, moving the handle, pushing. Nothing. Her upper arm was gripped hard and she turned her watering, terrified eyes toward Wes. He scowled blackly, then his frown dissolved into mean grin. "Jammed, Paige. How stupid do you think I am?" She swallowed hard and asked, "Do you plan to leave our son without a mother?" "Absolutely," he said with terrifying calm. "But not until I'm sure I'm leaving him without a potential stepfather." "God," she whispered weakly. "Why, Wes? John hasn't done anything to you!" "No?" he asked. "Only took my family away from me. Got my family to turn against me." "No," she said, shaking her head. "No, that's not what happened, Wes. I ran from you." "Sure you did, Paige. And if it wasn't for that guy, you'd still be running. Running and running, and I would find you and find you. But what you did-ending it forever and sending me to fucking prison, that was his doing. We both know you don't have the guts for that." He turned his head toward her and grinned meanly. "He'll come after you, you know he will." I'm bait, she thought. Nothing but bait. "I wouldn't mind a piece of that other one, either," he said. "Sheridan." Something came over Paige. It seemed to rise within her from her core. You don't have the guts for that.... The thought that this dangerous lunatic would ruthlessly, without conscience, hurt John and his own son sizzled inside her like boiling oil. Her fear slowly gave way to rage. "You're going to burn in hell," she whispered. But he couldn't hear her above the noise of the old pickup. *
( Robyn Carr )
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