Page 126 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

“Then hurry up so we can get to where we’re going, and I can ravage you, husband.”

God help me.

Forcing myself to step away, I sucked in a deep breath and got back to work. Someone had deliberately slashed our tire as a calculated warning. It was imperative that my focus remained on the issue at hand, and not on my very tempting and devious wife.

I lowered the spare tire, rolled it into position, mounted it, and tightened the lug nuts in a star pattern.

“See,” I said, using my shirt like a rag to wipe my hands. “Minor inconvenience.”

She crossed her arms.

“Will we be able to get that one fixed in Nevada?” She nodded toward the flat.

“Yeah. Probably pick something up on the road.”

“Okay, I’ll go get the boy.”

Kaylani walked back to the barn, while I hooked the trailer up and stowed the slashed tire. I felt the rig shift with Atlas’s weight as I was locking the fifth wheel.

“You ready?”

I hopped down from the bed of the truck.

“Always.”

We were on our final signal check when I heard the crunch of gravel. I looked up to see Dylan coming our way.

Great.

He approached like he owned the air around him. Which he probably believed he did.

“Leaving without saying goodbye?”

“I thought we covered that last night,” Kaylani replied.

“You did.” He shrugged, but I could tell he was pissed that we were leaving and that she wasn’t begging to stay. Men like him thrived on being wanted.

Dylan’s gaze shifted to me. “You sure this is wise?”

“We’re sure.”

I included Kaylani in my response, since he had so easily dismissed her.

“I saw you working on the truck. Did you have some trouble?”

“Probably picked up a nail somewhere.”

For a second, something passed between us. Dylan knew he was my top suspect, but neither of us said it out loud.

“Be careful out there. It’s not as safe as you think.”

“Safety is an illusion,” Kaylani countered.

His smile thinned. “You’re bold.”

“She’s decisive,” I corrected.

He stepped closer.