Ember POV

She blamed that for the reason the blue and red flashes lit up her rear vision mirror.

She should have known. She should have known that she couldn’t make a clean getaway. Ember had hoped that marksman would just let her go and cross her off his bucket list. That’s all it had been anyway, right? ‘Fuck Abigail’ had been on his bucket list and he’d gotten his chance. Well, the joke was on him. He hadn’t gotten Abigail at all, just Ember.

Too bad, so sad.

Ember pulled the car to the shoulder and grabbed her wallet out of her handbag, pulling out her licence. The quicker...