Leaving Las Vegas (Entangled Ignite) - Plot & Excerpts
Everything would be perfect, if she could only get the damn Aston Martin out of neutral and get herself out of the motel parking lot. Unfortunately, the nifty sports car had a sticky clutch. She put her left foot down, hard, on the clutch and shoved the stick up into first gear. The ridiculous thing died again. Adrenaline made her nerves jangle as she turned the key in the ignition. Once, twice. Luke’s car might be worth money, but that didn’t mean squat if she couldn’t get herself out of danger. Luke. Her heart slammed against her chest. He’d saved her hide. At least once, negotiating with Tiffanette. Maybe twice, when he hadn’t told Mr. Grant she was dealing from the bottom of the deck. Of course, that last one might just be a wash. Given that it had been for his benefit. Bang. More gunshots? She’d heard a few as she’d run to the car. The thundering violence chilled the blood in her veins.
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