“I do understand not wanting people gossiping about you, Harlow. And I’m actually aware that I’m the man in charge, and that gives me a lot of power. I just…hate that you want to hide it.”

Her face changed, then she moved to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Let’s go home.”

He smiled. Just having her close helped. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

He kissed her until they reached the parking garage. He helped her into the Aston, and soon, he was pulling out onto the street.

They hadn’t gone far when he stiffened. “You buckled in?”

She frowned. “Of course, why?”

He glanced in the rearview mirror. “We’re being followed.”

She stiffened. “What do we do?”

“We lose them. Hang on.” He accelerated and yanked the wheel.

Harlow cried out, and the tires screeched. The Aston Martin shot down a side street.

Behind them, a dark SUV sped up, cutting through traffic and setting horns honking.

Easton thrust his foot on the accelerator.

Chapter Seventeen

Harlow pressed her palm flat to the door as Easton threw the car into another hard turn.

Her throat tightened, a scream struggling to break free.

Easton’s face was hard and focused. He weaved them around another car.

“No one is crazy enough to come after you,” she cried.

“Someone’s crazy, or desperate.”

She looked back through the rear window. The big, black SUV roared closer.

Her pulse skittered. This was all her fault. She should never have dragged Easton into this. He could crash his gazillion-dollar car, he could get hurt, or worse.

Her chest locked. The thought of Easton hurt was inconceivable.

The car ahead of them slowed, its brake lights glowing red in the darkness.

Easton slammed on his brakes. She looked back, and saw the SUV bearing down on them.

“Easton!”

“Hang on.” He jerked the wheel. They swerved onto the wrong side of the road.

Harlow gasped. The headlights of an oncoming car blinded her.

Then Easton whipped them around the slow car and back into their lane. Horns blared behind them.

She looked back and saw that the SUV was stuck and she grinned, but a second later, it forced the car in front of it to the side of the road. The SUV sped toward them.

“They’re still coming!” Then she saw a man lean out of the SUV passenger-side window, with something in his hand. “Oh my God, they have a gun!”

“Get down,” Easton growled.

She ducked down and then heard bullets ping off the car.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God.” She slid lower in the seat.

Easton swerved and turned down another street. She saw him stab at the dash.

“Yeah.” Vander’s deep voice came through the speakers.

“Got a black SUV shooting at us,” Easton said.

Vander cursed. “We’ll track you. I’m coming. Saxon and Rhys aren’t far away, either. Hang on.”

Easton turned again.