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PERCI WANTED TO FIGHT. But she’d seen Phoebe and Parker, too. And Ivy. Ivy was inside. Clive had never physically hurt her before—but he’d just lost his son. He could snap, and she knew it.
If she could just get him away from the diner...
She’d fight like hell to get away from him then.
“Open it.” He pushed her toward the door of his truck. Perci complied. Her hand shook, and his grip on her shoulder was far too tight. She finally got the door open. Clive pushed her up the running board and into the cab. He shoved her onto the older bench seat. “Move over.”
She thought about sliding out the other side, but he’d follow. And there was nothing to stop Phoebe or Rhea or anyone else from coming outside and looking for her.
Getting right in the middle of everything.
He hadn’t moved that pistol away from her since the moment he’d first said her name.
There was no way in hell she was letting him near her family.