“Why in the hell does Jarrett have to live so far out in the boonies?” she grumbled for the millionth time since leaving the mountain cabin. Hurt and betrayal began to creep in on the anger again. The tears she refused to shed stung her eyes. “Damn him,” she whispered raggedly. She was such an idiot! She’d been lying there in the tub, fantasizing about having his baby. God, how humiliating. She sniffed and frowned hard, trying to stop the renewed threat of tears. A car pulled out from a side road and zoomed in right behind her, almost on her bumper. She hit an open stretch of remote country highway and slowed down a bit, hoping the jerk would pass her. He didn’t. He got alongside of her and hung there. She slowed down some more, but he also slowed. Irritated, she tried to see into the small gray sedan. “What the hell—” Dane. Instead of lifting her foot off the pedal, she floored it. They were coming to another incline, but Dane didn’t back off or pass her. He stayed right beside her.
