I’m so sorry.”
He started the engine and stepped on the gas, keeping his headlights off to avoid detection. Just up around the corner, he’d take a left onto the highway, then another left onto a back road. No flashing lights or sirens yet.
“They aren’t going to catch us, Holly. But you are going to turn yourself in. You’ve got enough to worry about without running from cops and trying to solve my problem.”
She covered her face. “I know. I just don’t want to think about my problems anymore. It makes me feel so alone.”
If only he could be there for her the way he wanted to. Preston glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure they still weren’t being followed. All clear. “I know, doll.” Doll. He didn’t mean to keep using the old nickname. He’d practically forgotten about it until it had slipped out. He should have forgotten about it, given it up. Just like his sister had given up playing with her dolls.
He needed to keep his eyes on reality and not on what he wished it to be. He focused forward.
A Jeep darted onto the road in front of them. Preston slammed on the brakes to keep from rear-ending it. Holly’s head whipped forward. His mouth went dry and his heart lodged itself in his throat at the idea of causing her even more pain.
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