Hannah’s quiet voice raked over Dax’s senses like shards of glass over his skin. “I do.” His jaw clenched tight as he tried to keep a lid on his emotions. “It’s smart you trusted your instinct and locked yourself in the bathroom.” Because people so often ignored their gut because of social niceties and expectations. Luckily Dax didn’t have that issue; he was barely fucking civilized. Alert, he glanced out of his truck, then started the engine. “I want you away from here now.” “Do you think we should call the police?” He shook his head. “No, it won’t do any good.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Her sigh was so full of dejection he reached out and squeezed her hand, needing to touch her. “I didn’t say we weren’t going to do anything. There’s something I need to tell you.” He threaded his fingers through hers as he steered out of the driveway.
