“This is weird, right? It’s not just me.”
He stepped close enough she had to look up at him to see his face instead of the buttons on his shirt. “Like I said, there’s a lot to say.”
He moved to the car and opened the passenger door, then stood waiting for her. “Want to go?”
Bryn climbed in. She didn’t know what the future would hold. She didn’t know what next week would be like. Or a month from now. Or five years. There was no plan, but she had plenty of time to sort through everything. Get to a place where she could move past it. Live her life.
Daire climbed in the driver’s seat, and they set off.
Toward the future.
Epilogue
Shadrach gripped the steering wheel. The back window of the pickup was open, and Dauntless pushed his nose through the gap. He breathed hot dog breath on Shadrach’s ear until he reached back and scratched the animal under the chin.
“You’re such a good dog.”
He took the exit for the freeway, itching to put as many miles between him and the team as he could. There was no other option for him. Not now, when it was getting worse.
He couldn’t feel the steering wheel with his left hand. Not the way he could with his right. Not the ridges and bumps. He could squeeze his fingers, and he could make his muscles move. But there was nothing. No feeling at all below his elbow.
He pulled up at the stop light on the on-ramp and let go of the wheel with his left hand. He bent his elbow and then straightened his arm. Flexed it a couple more times. Poked it with his right hand. Scratched the skin until a red mark should have appeared.
Nothing.
The light went green and he hit the gas.
He’d had no feeling in that arm since the cold of the museum. The limb still worked, but only in an abstract way. As though it were going through the motions. He’d dropped his cup of coffee on the street as he climbed in the truck.
His phone rang. Shadrach looked at the screen.
Remy.
He rolled down the window and tossed the phone out. The wind whipped his collar. He pressed the gas all the way to the floor, until the engine roared.
There was nothing she could do.
There was nothing any of them could do.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A British ex-pat who grew up an hour outside of London, Lisa attended Calvary Chapel Bible College where she met her husband. He’s from California, but nobody’s perfect. It wasn't until her Bible College graduation that she figured out she was a writer (someone told her). Since then she’s discovered a penchant for high-stakes stories of mayhem and disaster where you can find made-for-each-other love that always ends in happily ever after.
Lisa can be found in Idaho wearing either flip-flops or cowgirl boots, depending on the season. She leads worship with her husband at their local church. Together they have two kids and an all black Airedale known as The Dark Lord Elevator.
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BOOKS BY LISA PHILLIPS
Love Inspired Suspense
Double Agent
Star Witness
Manhunt
Easy Prey
Sudden Recall
Dead End
Security Detail
Homefront Defenders
Yuletide Suspect
Witness in Hiding
Defense Breach (out Sept 2018)
Coming 2019 – Murder Mix-Up
Other titles
Bait
Sanctuary Lost
Sanctuary Buried
Sanctuary Breached
Sanctuary Deceived
Sanctuary Forever
Novellas
Sanctuary Hidden
A Sanctuary Christmas Tale
Target
Thriller/Supernatural
Corrupt
Forgotten
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