Hitched (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

I am so exponentially fucked. I shouldn’t have allowed him inside my damn car. He’s running from something, but I need to run home to something. The clock on the dashboard flashes the time, ticking ominously toward nine. My phone rings, and his name pops onto the screen. My fingers rush to ignore the call, but the man beside me grabs my wrist and hits the answer button instead. I look at him and shake my head. He squeezes my wrist harder. “Selena?” The voice blares from the car speaker. I’m frozen in fear. The man beside me slaps my cheek hard enough to shake me back into the moment, and I can only hope my husband doesn’t hear him. “Hi . . . hello, sorry, bad reception from the rain,” I say, my throat tightening. “Why aren’t you home?” “I had to pull over because of the rain. I couldn’t see anything in front of me.” “You know that’s not true. I’m watching the tracker on your phone. You’re going the wrong direction.”