“You have two minutes to grab your shit and get your ass in my fucking truck,” he clipped, the sound of his rich, deep voice seeping into me. My greedy soul drank in every single word. My heart was ready to jump—again. However, my logic held her by the throat, his words settling into my brain in a very different way. “What are you doing here?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” “Hallow Ranch got a call tonight. About three hours ago to be exact,” he told me, his voice hard. Three hours ago. That was how long it took to get to Hallow Ranch from here.
