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Bailey’s phone was in her bag, along with her weapon. And they were at least ten feet away. She hadn’t seen where Clay had put his.
Clay’s was most likely in his back pocket. She wouldn’t be able to get to it in time. Her best bet was to get to a gun. She had hers nearby, Clay’s had to be.
And he had the one on his ankle.
His eyes had blinked, he’d moaned. Shifted. One hand now touched his head.
Lou stared at him with a fanatical look of hate on his face. And she knew...
Clay was his next target. Had probably been for a good long while.
“You ran him off the road, didn’t you?” The question slipped out before she could stop to think it through. But it made sense. But what else had he done that she didn’t know about?
“Need him out of the way. He’s ruining things.”
Bailey shifted, lessening the distance between her and Clay. She just needed to get to him.
Lou paced in front of her, coming far too close to Clay’s boots. “Why?”
It was a gamble challenging him, but what other choice did she have?
“He can’t have you! I saw how he kissed you at the bridge. He can’t do that to you, baby. He can’t. He’s not the man for you. He just isn’t. I know I’ve not been around enough for you to listen to me. But I know guys like him. They...they are not good for women, especially women like you. He’ll end up hurting you. And any kids you have. You deserve better.”