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Today was the most relaxed he’d seen her, and it bothered him that he had the feeling she was hiding something. He loved seeing her so carefree and smiling all day long. He wanted to ensure she was able to remain that way.
“Thank you, Declan. This was so sweet of you. I haven’t had this much fun in quite some time.”
The seriousness of her look took his breath away.
Shewashiding something.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he admitted. The feeling of dread filled his stomach just as they reached the car. He opened the passenger door and paused, taking in the sight of five men coming from behind the trucks near his car.
“Such a pretty little thing you got there.” One of the men stepped forward.
Aspen’s gasp filled the air. Declan pushed her behind him, ready to defend her. He narrowed his eyes on them, memorizing everything he could about them. He’d be damned if he’d let anything happen to his woman.
Chapter 12
Aspen peeked from behind Declan’s back and took in the thugs. Her heart raced, seeing that they were completely outnumbered and no one was around to help them. She slowly reached into her purse and pulled out her cellphone. She kept her body hidden behind Declan so the men couldn’t see her actions.
She’d have to alert the marshals now.
She didn’t have a choice.
“I think you all need to move along here,” Declan drawled.
His body was coiled tight, and she knew he was preparing to defend her.
“I think we are good where we are,” the leader replied.
The men spread out in front of them.
Aspen quickly slid her finger across the screen of her phone and hit the last text she’d received from US Marshall Ball.
Help,she typed out. She sent the text and focused on the men surrounding them.
“Aspen, get in the car,” Declan ordered, his voice cold and hard.
“No, Aspen. Don’t,” the leader sneered.
A chill slid down her spine at the way he’d pronounced her name. She knew without a doubt they were here for her.
Her cover was blown.
She sent up a prayer that the marshals would get her message before it was too late. She wouldn’t be able live with herself if something happened to Declan because of her.
“Get in the car, Aspen,” Declan repeated, sliding to the right to allow her to slip inside.
She eyed the men and shifted toward the door.
“Get her!” the leader ordered.
Declan pushed her inside the car. “Glovebox!” he shouted.
Without hesitation, she dove for it. She gripped the handle and pulled it open. The driver’s-side door opened, and a thug slid in. She cried out from his grip on her arm. Declan quickly reached inside the car, but he was dragged away from her.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
The sounds of a fight ensued outside the vehicle. She grew frantic seeing the men converge on Declan. He was hanging in there, swinging his fists, but the four of them were proving to be too much for him. The man’s grip tightened on her arm, tugging her across the console between the driver and passenger seats, and she lost sight of Declan. Her gaze landed on Declan’s gun.
“Come on, bitch!” the man growled.
