“We doing this the easy way or are you planning to continue to be a pain in my ass?” he asked simply, grabbing his cowboy hat. I looked out the windshield, my spine snapping straight. “I’m not leaving this truck until you take me back home, Beau. I do believe I said this multiple times in the last three hours.” “One hundred and forty-three times, actually.” I bit the inside of my lip, refusing to look at him. “And one hundred and forty-three times, I believe I told you weren’t going home until this fucking stalker was handled,”
