Getting the Edge: Betrayed Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

security police on campus saw someone pursuing her through the damn street.
    Getting Brandon tossed back in jail wasn’t what she wanted. Just when she’d decided to stop, she felt his arm wrap around her waist from behind.
    His voice in her ear was colder than she’d ever heard it. “Don’t try that again, Amanda. You won’t like the results.” He wrapped his hand around her waist and led her back to the car.
    When he opened the door, she climbed in and didn’t say anything. Of course he’d caught her. She’d known he would. Stupid. She should have tried to get away later—when she’d somehow made him trust her.
    Now, it was too late. There was no chance he’d give her another opportunity.
    They rode in silence for almost half an hour before she just couldn’t stand it anymore. “Where are you taking me?” They were headed toward the interstate, and she wondered if he was planning on going back home.
    Home.
    It hadn’t been home for a long time.
    “You’ll see when we get there,” he replied, barely sparing her a glance.
    “Brandon this is stupid. What do you think you’re going to accomplish?” she asked. “What is this going to do other than get you into more trouble?”
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    It didn’t take a genius to know that his too-soft voice meant he was more than a little angry. She knew him well. Rather, she had known him well.
    She didn’t know this angry man sitting next to her at all. He’d changed so much.
    And it was her fault. But, what could she have done differently? “No,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t.”
    His head snapped around so he could look at her. “Really? And just what would have happened if one of the campus security had seen you running from me?” he queried. “You had every intention of someone seeing you run from me.”
    It wouldn’t do her any good to argue with him. He wasn’t going to believe her, and she couldn’t blame him at all.
    When he pulled off the interstate and turned the car down a side road, her heart began to race. A year ago, she’d never have been at all worried. Now? How much had he changed? It looked like they were heading into the middle of nowhere.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    If he heard the fear in her voice, he didn’t say anything. “I rented a cabin. We need some alone time. To catch up,” he said with a lift of his brow. “I mean, you didn’t write, didn’t call. Of course we’d need to catch up.”
    She didn’t miss the sarcasm in his tone and bit her lip, her eyes on the road. “No, I didn’t write or call.”
    The reply was a raw laugh. “Lord, did you think I was serious? You’re the last person I expected to hear from, Amanda. Actually, I didn’t hear from many people for the last two years.”
    Guilt ate at her. She’d assumed his friends would have supported him—believed him. They’d often gone out with his friends on double dates. She honestly had not thought they’d do more than just kick him off the force. Landing him in jail had never been what she’d expected.
    When they’d first met, he’d been the first cop on the scene of a murder she’d witnessed. She’d been a terrified young girl—barely twenty-one.
    Her friends had taken her to a bar and she’d been more than a bit drunk as she’d been walking home. At least she’d been smart enough to have left her car at the bar.
    It had only been a couple of blocks to her house, so she’d decided to walk—to sober up.
    Half-way home, she’d seen a shooting. As she’d been in the shadows, she hadn’t been seen, she hadn’t thought. Terrified, she’d called 9-1-1 from her cell.
    Brandon had been the first to arrive. He’d found her, terrified, huddled behind a car.
    It had taken him a few minutes to calm her down enough for her to tell him what had happened.
    Brandon had been her rock during the whole process. She’d been able to identify the man who had done the shooting from both mug shots and a line-up—at least