Her reaction was ridiculous, if not downright insane, for so many reasons. For one thing, she barely even knew Ethan Blake—not really. Which was partly her fault, for pushing him away all the time, but who was keeping track? And for another thing, that vision, as sweet as it was, didn’t fit at all with her restless, relentless ambition. She’d meant the words to “Driven,” after all.
Driven to keep on and on
To achieve the things I want
She kicked at a can lying in the alley and heard an echoing noise a few yards away. Squinting into the dark, she could see nothing but shadows. She stayed very still, holding her breath as she listened.
Nothing but silence all around, and from inside, the reassuring sound of Ethan Blake’s voice.
After another moment, she let herself relax. Her shoulders dropped, and she began to tap her foot against the cobblestones. Ethan had moved on to “Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys,” which he had sung as a slow, almost mournful waltz. AnnieLee began to sway a little, one-two-three, one-two-three, as she turned to go back inside.
As her fingers closed around the doorknob, something hit her between the shoulder blades. Whatever it was crashed to the ground, shattering. She looked down and saw the glittering pieces of a whiskey bottle at her feet at the same time she realized that the bar door had locked behind her.
Her heart gave a painful hitch in her chest as she whirled around, shouting, “Hey—what the hell?”
Even in the darkness she recognized them: the men from her motel room. There was now one on either side of her.
“Gutter trash,” the smaller of them said. “That’s all you are.”
“Then why do you keep coming for me?” The question felt ripped from her throat. She’d tried so hard to run from her past, but it just kept following her. Cornering her. Demanding that she face it.
“You broke the rules.” The bigger man lunged toward her, and she wasn’t quick enough. He caught her shoulders and shoved her to the ground. Her head slammed against the cobblestones. AnnieLee felt more rage than pain as she rolled to her side, flinging her leg out and connecting her boot to his kneecap. He stumbled, cursing, and then she saw the flash of a knife. She heard herself screaming.
“Ethan! Ethan!”
Instead of straightening himself back up, the injured man fell down on top of her. She gasped as air was forced from her lungs. The man’s big hands became vises around her as he turned her over, so she was lying on her stomach and her cheek was grinding into the ground. He let his full weight press down on her back. The second man came over and knelt down by her face.
“Rose isn’t really getting the message,” he said, and he flicked open a Zippo lighter. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” The flame bloomed to life, and she could feel its heat as he pushed it toward her. Grabbing a lock of her hair in his fist, he lit it. The ends curled and crackled, making a horrible stench before burning out.
“Flesh doesn’t smell as bad, but it hurts a lot worse,” he hissed.
AnnieLee was bucking her hips up and down beneath the big man, but she couldn’t get him off her. She didn’t have enough air to scream.
Then there was a crash as the bar door flew open and a shape came hurtling out. Ethan Blake knocked the big man off her, and she saw the glint of metal in his hand. A gun.
The men were up and already running away, melting into the shadows. Ethan fired after them, over their heads—once, twice. And then he was bending down over her, and lifting her up, and asking her if she was okay. She didn’t know how to answer that, so instead of speaking she put her arms around him.
She let him pull her close and hold her there, shaking against his warm chest. Crying tears of shock and relief. Safe, if only for now.
Chapter
41
So she wouldn’t tell you anything?” Ruthanna asked.
Ethan followed Ruthanna through her garden, his head foggy from lack of sleep. “No, ma’am. Nothing.”
AnnieLee hadn’t even let him bring her to Ruthanna’s last night the way he’d wanted to. She’d insisted on being driven back to her terrible motel, to a room that made Ethan’s humble apartment look like Windsor Castle, but she wouldn’t let him come inside. So he’d waited outside her door until he heard the locks click into place, and then he’d sat in his truck like a sentry until the sun peeked over the horizon.
It was strange to feel so fiercely protective of her, especially when he knew she didn’t want him to be.
“Does she think she can’t trust us?” Ruthanna asked.