Fighting his way from the blanket entangling his legs, he hurtled off the mattress. He stumbled outside in time to catch Dana’s Suburban hightailing it down the driveway. “Son of a bitch!” Racing back inside the tent, he frantically scanned for his set of car keys. He found them still tucked in the pocket of the trousers he’d worn the night before. Palming the keys, he ran to the Navigator. He skidded to a halt when he noticed the flattened front tire. Blinking, he circled the hood and gaped at the flat tire on the passenger side. Footsteps padded behind him and he pivoted. Jace scruffed a hand through his major case of bed hair. “What’s all the commotion about?” “She let the air out of the tires,” Aiden said, his voice spiked with disbelief. Jace shuffled sideways and peered at the ground, apparently just realizing he stood where POC was usually parked. “Dana took off?” Fury and frustration boiled inside Aiden. He bared his teeth at his brother. “So much for giving her space.”
