Chapter 12

“Okay. Okay. I get it.” Donovan swallowed his concerns and raised his chin. It’s just a few blocks. Park, walk, deliver, and drive Betsy back. Easy. I hope.

He ground the gears into first and puttered off. He thought about trying for second, then just stuck with what he’d accomplished. Ten miles per hour wasn’t setting any speed records, but he was still moving. Better than stalling out in the middle of the street.

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A faint cry for help drew TJ’s attention. He stood up, walked over to his office window, and peered out. What he saw drew a litany of vicious curses.