Chapter 18
:Can you give me any guidance?:
Michelle grunted as the Humvee bounced through another pothole. It was not the right prescription for making her head hurt less.
:Sure. Go find a high cliff. Jump off.:
:Later. I promise. Give me something, Michelle.:
Damn it. He was using her first name again. It meant he really was worried about her. Well, in the moments when she wasn’t being scared to death about being kidnapped, she was actually rather pleased. If she was his saving angel, then he could be her avenging demon—because she really needed some hell unleashed on whoever was driving this—
Another pothole plunge followed by washboard road.
:Dirt road. Bad shape. Moving fast.:
:In Honduras? I’m so surprised.:
She leveraged herself up on Jesse’s unresponsive body and peeked ove
