Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (42 page)

Her eyes widened as she watched what was happening inside.
Oh, my fucking God!
Covering her mouth with her hand, she dropped to the ground, trying to breathe.

Closing her eyes, the image flashed before her. Again and again.
Oh, God!
She had to move. She cursed, but her legs didn’t move. More noises slipped from the truck, hitting her full force.
MOVE, SKILYR
! she screamed at herself inside.

Crawling to the end of the truck and to the next car behind it, she stood up and ran. She ran as if her life depended on it.

Her hands trembled as she tried opening her door. “Shit. Breathe,” she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the handle. She cried out as the door opened and she jumped in.

Starting the engine, slamming it in first gear, she ripped the steering wheel around. She spun one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, facing the way she came in and planted her foot to the ground to get out of there.

Screeching around the corner, she breathed easier the further she got from the truck. Never in her wildest dreams, thoughts, whatever you wanted to call them, did she expect to ever witness what she saw. She never would have picked him to do something like that. Nope. Never. Her judgment on a person was spot on, but that changed dramatically with him now.

THE END!

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