as he switched lanes. “Your writing skills keep me on the edge of my seat.”
Logan made a sound. “Oh, hell no. I’m no writer.”
“I beg to differ.”
“You’re the writer,” Logan argued.
“Um… that would be a big fat no,” he chuckled. The letters, which he’d begun calling love letters, had come every month like clockwork and detailed how much he’d enjoyed himself. Not that they’d done much other than hang out and share stories in the park or the coffee shop if it was raining. But the thoughtfulness of them tugged at his heart. He’d replied to the letters, but kept his responses brief because he never knew what to say.
Spotting the red car again, Macy took the next off-ramp and drove down the access road. Sure enough, the red car followed him, but so did a black SUV and a silver Suburban. Were they all on his tail?
“What’s the matter?” Logan asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Shit! He should have known to keep his actions more subtle. Logan was a security expert and had immediately noticed something was up. He might as well come clean, at least about this.
“I think we’re being followed.”
“Yeah?” Logan glanced in the side mirror.
“Red car.”
Logan’s head snapped around and he felt the man’s gaze lock on his face.
“Take the next on-ramp. Get back on the freeway,” Logan ordered.
Because Macy was in an amicable mood at the moment, he did as Logan suggested. Taking the access road, he eased the SUV back onto the freeway at the next on-ramp. Merging into traffic, he moved over until he was in the fast lane. The freeway was fairly empty at seven o’clock, but there was still enough traffic to make losing a tail dangerous.
“Yep, he’s still there in the slow lane,” Logan murmured.
“I can lose him in the city.” Macy gestured at the buildings of Aberdeen in the distance.
“Let’s do it,” Logan said just as a call came in over the SUV’s Bluetooth.
“Hi, Elijah,” Macy said and tossed Logan a worried glance.
“You two okay?” Elijah sounded breathless.
“We have a tail,” Logan barked. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, but we had two rough looking asshats stop by here looking for someone by the name of Mercedes Giles.”
Macy squeezed the steering wheel and floored it. If Tony had discovered Crumpet, nobody there would be safe. The red car decided to make its move and swerved over into the fast lane, closing in on his tail.
“Who the fuck is Mercedes Giles?” Logan barked.
“I have no clue, but one suspect pulled a gun and I disarmed him. He’s in the Sheriff’s custody. The other got away.”
“Think it’s my job related?” Logan frowned.
“Not if they’re looking for this Giles person. I talked to Chance, he said the suspect isn’t talking,” Elijah muttered. Teddy Chance was the town’s sheriff. “To be on the safe side, I’m taking the jet and flying to the hotel.”
“Good idea. I’ll call you as soon as we find a place to lay low.”
“All right. Justin closed the café for a few days. We’re taking Ashley, Tinley, and the animals with us to the hotel. Teddy has the town on high alert.”
“Have Jaxon take the chopper to the hotel after picking up Echo for me.”
“Will do. See ya. Be safe.”
“You too, bro. Call me when you get there.”
Elijah ended the call.
“Hotel?” He glanced over at Logan and found the man’s fiercely squinted eyes on him. Macy plastered on a smile and turned back to the road. They were coming up on the city limits.
“Yeah. I own one.”
“Won’t they be exposed?”
“Not at my hotel. It’s… high-tech security.” Logan grunted and gripped the handle over the door when he took a sharp right at the last minute to take the off-ramp.
He raced down the ramp and into the city.
“Where is your hotel?” Perhaps they could lay low there.
“San Francisco.”
Okay, perhaps not. Macy yanked the wheel and powered down an alleyway. He blew through the street and his SUV was airborne for a moment. Hands steady on the wheel, he easily controlled the vehicle and ran a red light.
“Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?” Logan gaped at him.
“It’s a long story,” he muttered. The red car was cut off by two vehicles.
Macy zoomed into an underground parking garage, tore up two levels, and parked between a large white truck and a Suburban, shutting off the lights.
A few moments later, the red car raced past them. When it disappeared around the corner and out of sight, Macy backed up and floored