Part 296 (2/2)

fishtailed, skidded. Behind her, the car swung left, then slid across

the road.

Fighting for control, Emma punched the gas and managed to pull her car

out of the skid. On a burst of speed, she turned toward home, praying

the few moments' lead was all she would need.

She had her fingers around the door handle before she hit the brakes.

She wanted to get inside, to safety. Whether it was her imagination or

not, she didn't want to be caught outside and defenseless if the other

car cruised up. Leaving the groceries, she sprinted out of the car.

Then screamed when a hand clamped on her arm.

”Lady!” The young driver jumped back and nearly overbalanced into a

puddle. ”Jeeze, get a grip.”

”What do you want?”

The rain was dripping off a cap onto a blunt, freckled nose. She

couldn't see his eyes. ”This your house?”

She had her keys, balled in her hand. Emma wondered if she could use

them as a weapon. ”Why?”

”I got three pieces of luggage, American flight number 457 from New

York, for Emma McAvoy.”

Her luggage. Emma nearly laughed as she ran a hand over her face. ”I'm

sorry. You startled me. You were behind me when I left the market, and

I guess I got spooked.”

”I've been waiting here for the last ten minutes,” he corrected and

shoved a clipboard at her. ”Want to sign, please?”

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