Page 246 of Only Be Mine

Cate

Present

The road widened as we entered the airport industrial district.

Warehouses replaced office buildings. Security floodlights washed everything pale and cold. Long stretches of fencing ran parallel to the street.

Trevor didn’t slow.

“He’s approaching airport perimeter,” the officer reported. “Requesting units at south access.”

The radio crackled alive.

“Airport operations notified.”

“Locking main gate.”

“Hangar row confirms activity.”

My stomach dropped, he’d called ahead.

Of course he had.

Ahead, the glow intensified. Hangar doors stood open in the distance. And there, unmistakable, was the sleek silhouette of Trevor’s jet, cabin lights already on.

“He had this ready,” I whispered.

The cruiser gained ground.

Another unit swung in from a side street ahead, attempting to stagger the lane.

Trevor responded instantly.

Hard brake.

Hard cut.

The Audi skidded sideways across two lanes.

The patrol car behind us clipped another unit trying to reposition.

Metal screamed.

Glass shattered.

Controlled chaos.

Not random.

Calculated.

For one split second, Trevor’s car sat alone in the middle of the access road.

Engine running.

Then the driver side door opened.

“What is he doing?” the officer breathed.