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hampered by the handcuffs—against his shoulder. It felt so good that I did it again and again, slamming my fist against his shoulder and his chest. He reached over and grabbed my wrist, twisting it just enough to send a jolt of pain up my arm.
    “Stop.”
    “What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”
    “I will explain when we have time. But right now, we need to get rid of this truck.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    He didn’t answer. But when I twisted in my seat, I could see several police cars rushing in the direction of the funeral home. They’d be after us soon enough.
    I jerked at the handcuffs.
    “Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.”
    “What do you care?”
    He didn’t answer.
    I threw myself back against the seat, wrenching my wrist free of his grip. He let go without a fight, returning his hand to the steering wheel as he eased the truck toward Interstate 35.
    “Where are we going?” I asked after a few minutes.
    “Airport.”
    I pulled at the handcuffs again, trying to at least adjust the way they hung from the handrail, but there was no adjusting them.
    “You know, some passerby might see this and think to call the police.”
    “Or they’ll mind their own business because they’ll think we’re doing something kinky.”
    I shook my head, pulling hard at the handcuffs. But he was right, all I was doing was bruising my wrist.
    His phone, sitting on a holder jutting out from the dashboard that I hadn’t notice until now, began to ring. An attractive woman’s face filled the screen and the name, Sam, scrolled beneath. He glanced at me.
    “Be quiet.”
    I shrugged.
    “Hey, Sam,” he said after connecting the call with a button on his steering wheel.
    “It’s Megan. We just got a visit from Houston’s finest. Is there something you need our help with, Dominic?”
    There was concern dripping from the woman’s voice. I stared out the window, wondering if he was having an affair with her. He seemed…smitten. Was that even the right word? I remembered he talked to one of our professor’s with that same tone of voice. I teased him about being in love with her, but he insisted it was just respect. Was that what he felt for this woman? Did I know him well enough to recognize that in his voice?
    I wasn’t sure I knew anything about him anymore. I thought…but then…
    “What did they say?”
    “That they wanted to talk to you about a murder in Arlington last night. I told them you were here last night, but they wanted proof we couldn’t offer.”
    Dominic nodded, that muscle popping in his jaw again.
    “Anything else?”
    “Not really. They said they searched your place and you appeared to have left town. I told them you were on assignment.”
    “Thank you.”
    “We’re here for you, Dominic. All you have to do is tell us what you need.”
    “Thank you,” he said again, something in his voice making me look sharply at him. His hands moved over the steering wheel, flexing as tension strummed through him like vibrations through a speaker. “I’ll let you know when I know more.”
    He disconnected, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of us. A police car passed us on the other side of the interstate, but it showed no interest in us or anyone else. We were coming close to the Dallas city limits and traffic was increasing, forcing him to slow down a little. He merged to the right, watching for the exit to the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport.
    “What’s your plan, Dominic? Do you plan on keeping me handcuffed until you figure out your next step?”
    “Pretty much.”
    “And after that?”
    He shook his head.
    “You didn’t plan this out?”
    “I wasn’t really expecting to be accused of murder when I got up this morning. Sorry if my lack of planning is a problem for you.”
    “You kidnapped me.”
    “You accused me of murder.”
    I jerked at the handcuffs again, really wanting to get away from him right now. I’d been so wrapped in the shock of seeing him again after all this