She hated the fear that had swallowed her whole as she read the email Amanda had opened. No, not fear. Unadulterated terror. The kind someone like Locke couldn’t possibly understand.“I h-have to go—” Not that she had the first clue where she was going. Anywhere but here, where he’d find her.“No, you don’t.” Locke’s brows were drawn, his mouth an implacably flat line. His eyes, though, the ice blue was so intensely angry she felt singed. “There’s not one good reason you need to leave me. Not one.”Susie squeezed her eyes shut. “This has nothing to do with you—”“The hell it doesn’t! Were you even going to say goodbye?”No. Because in her panic, all she’d been able to think about was running. She had almost no idea what was in those bags in front of her except for the few items she kept in there as a precaution. Things she’d packed before ever arriving in Rancho del Cielo—her birth certificate and social security cards, a folder of papers she never wanted to think about and money.
