He hadn’t anticipated it would become a full-on war. From his rearview mirror, he counted six Fairlee sheriff vehicles chasing their tail, followed by at least six other unmarked sedans. The sheriff had organized a hunting party to retrieve their darling bride. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips. This would be fun. He hadn't had anything remotely exciting in the past couple years.He stole a glance at her.Emily looked mortified. She gripped the seatbelt until her knuckles were white. Her face paled. Her big blue eyes widened in fear.He clenched his jaw. He hated to see her like that. Why was she so scared? Did that son of a bitch do something to her? It was hard to believe he didn't abuse her. No one got this scared unless they were mistreated. Rovik slowed the SUV. He could hightail them across the state lines, but it wouldn't do any good. He was pretty sure the sheriff had his license numbers and could put out an APB for suspected kidnapping. But maybe he could stop and explain the situation.
