And she hadn’t expected to be running from Vaughn of all people. God. He’d found her. But more than that, he’d actually searched for her. She hadn’t expected that from him, and as she ran down the streets and alleys toward Escape Plan A, her mind wandered back to the last time she’d seen him. Vaughn had been seriously injured in a bomb blast meant for his brother, which she’d found out about in a phone call from her closest friend in DC, Vaughn’s sister-in-law Libby. At that point, she’d already realized she’d overstayed her welcome and had been on her way out of town…but for the first time ever, she hadn’t been able to leave without saying good-bye and had hurried to the hospital to make sure he would be okay. Her heart hitched at the memory of all the machines, IVs, bandages, and the cast encasing his entire leg from ankle to hip. Doped up with painkillers, he’d smiled sappily when she entered his room and had started saying all kinds of crazy things that broke her heart to hear, things about a future together they couldn’t have.
