Is it possible that Grady Montgomery is my only friend in the world? He releases me. “You need to go.” My gaze shoots to Grady. “What?” He tilts my chin up, his expression gentle. “I want you to go to your place, pack a bag and go. Lie low.” Helplessness crashes over me. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” “I have a place.” My throat closes up for a second. “Where?” “Runaway Ranch.” “Runaway Ranch,” I echo. Grady nods. “It’s my brother’s ranch in Montana.”
