KADEN
Feelings won’t save her. Strategy will.
Josie’s muffled voice is frantic behind the steel.
Panic. Fear. Pure survival instinct.
I place a hand flat against the trunk. Just for a second. Just to anchor myself.
Then,
without a word, I pop the lock.
Yep, she is not happy.
Luckily, this isn’t the first time I’ve grabbed a struggling person out of a trunk and tossed them over my shoulder. She’s a handful though, I’m not going to lie. Gets a few kicks in before I secure her legs.
That usually doesn’t happen, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I would tell her that, but she’s growling like a fisher cat and I decide she might need a moment or two to calm down before I try to talk to her. The elbow hit she delivers to my face when I’m opening the cabin door is impressively forceful, but I shake it off and kick the door closed behind me.
I try to be gentle when I deposit her onto the couch, but she doesn’t make it easy. And the way her legs start swinging around has me taking a step back.
I sigh, then rub the back of my neck and wonder if there is anything I can say that would have her looking less like she’ll stab me the second she gets her hand on
something sharp.