Shit, can I do this? Stay in this house with this man when I have these feelings and urges for him?

I want to say yes. I can move on, staying just friends and hope I stop thinking of him this way, but I’m not sure it’s possible.

It has to be, though. Beau is my friend. He came into my life for a reason, and that reason changed everything. I wouldn’t want to lose what friendship we had built. Not now. Not ever.

It’s going to be hard to push these feelings away, and maybe I’m not strong enough, but I have to try.

Only time will tell.

Past Mackenzie

“You’re doing good, darlin’, just a little longer.” The man who held me close to his chest for fifteen minutes in the back of a van keeps repeating his reassuring words.

“Hurts so bad.” I wince when he picks me up and then lowers me down to a sofa in a house, sending a sharp pain through my chest.

“I know, darlin’. We’re gonna have you looked at,” he tells me. His voice is deep and husky.

“What’s your name?” I ask, needing to know what to call him.

“Beau,” he answers instantly and it sets me at ease. He’s good-looking in a rough, biker kind of way. His dark hair is pulled back away from his face in a low ponytail. Blue eyes and tanned skin hidden by a beard covering most of his face.

I’ve never understood the fascination with men and long hair, I always just thought it was strange, but staring up at this stranger, I can see how it might be appealing to some.

“Beau, where are we?” I’m not sure if I can take much more of this pain. I need something. Anything.

“We’re at a safe house. There’s been a change in plans.”

“What? No. I was told we were heading out of town. I can’t stay here.” I start to fight as much as I can, but it doesn’t get me far. My muscles tire and my eyes drop as I begin to slip away.

“You can and you will. Trust me. You need a doctor. We can’t drop you off at the next stop until you’ve been checked out. Sy and I are going to take good care of you,” he promises, but I don’t know him or Sy. How can I trust he won’t send me back to the pits of my own personal hell?

“Hurts so bad, Beau,” I whisper again just as the darkness takes me.

“Darlin’, you with me?” Beau’s voice breaks through the heaviness around me and pulls me back.

“Yeah?” I manage past my lips. I open my eyes, fighting past the blurriness.

“How’re you holding up?” He’s sitting in a chair next to me, not touching me, but still somehow comforting me.

“Okay, how long have I been out?” I wheeze. My chest is still heavy, and my discomfort is increasing in waves. The small lulls giving me false hope of an end, do nothing to calm me.

“About thirty minutes.” He leans down and brushes some hair off my face.

Thirty minutes?

“We need to leave, Beau. He’s going to find me.” Panic threatens to overwhelm me knowing I’m still in town.

“No one is going to find you. This wasn’t in the plan, but we’re gonna work with what we have.” Beau tries to assure me, but it doesn’t help.

“You don’t know Chad as I do. He will find me. He did this because I tried to leave him.” I whisper.

“Listen, Mackenzie. We’ll do everything we need to do to get you out of here safely, but we have to have this arm set. It’s too badly damaged to move you to the next drop off. We have the connections here. I promise you he won’t get to you.”

A car pulling up into the gravel drive takes his attention.

“Did the doc call?” Beau stands and moves through the cabin.

“No, he said he’d call five minutes out.” The other guy picks up two guns, handing Beau one.

“Whatever you do, don’t make a sound,” Beau places his finger to his mouth. I nod, my eyes locking on his gun.

“Move her to the back room, Sy,” Beau tells the other guy as he walks to the front window.

“It’s him. I know it is,” I cry, not listening to Beau’s command. I knew I wouldn’t get far.

“Woman, be quiet,” Sy orders, coming to stand over me. I nod, silent tears clouding my vision. “I need to move you. It’s gonna fucking hurt, but you can’t make a sound, you hear me?” Sy leans down into my space.

“Okay.” I nod, my breath coming out choppy.

“Bite down on this.” He hands me a clean towel. “Okay. One, two, three,” he counts then picks me up over his shoulder. Shooting pain burns in my ribs but I bite down to muffle my screams. “Good girl,” he whispers, placing me down on the bed in the back room. “Hang on.” He steps up to a freestanding closet and pushes it aside.

“What’s going on?” I remove the towel from my mouth.

“Whoever is out there is not meant to be here. We have to hide you ‘cause if it’s the police, they’re here for you.” He flicks the lock on the secret door hidden in the wall.

“I can’t go in there.” I shake my head, looking at the small, dark space. Fear pricks my skin at the thought of being trapped.

“It’s either in there or back to your husband. What do you want?”

A dark, scary hole sounds like heaven compared to Chad. Even with the apprehension and the fear of someone being outside to take me back to him swirling around in my belly, I know what I have to do.