“Yes, we just wanted to check in to make sure little Kennedy is settled in okay. You take care now.”
The agents were gone as quickly as they came leaving me confused and nervous. I rushed out of the library to warn the guys but found that no warning was necessary. Keenan, Keiran, Dash, and Q had the agents surrounded and though they appeared casual, I knew it wasn’t anything other than a threat.
“Did you forget something or did you just miss us?” Keenan taunted. I was rooted to the spot because, for a minute, I saw the old him.
“We were checking up on Ms. Chambers and Kennedy now if you’ll excuse us.” They squeezed through the small opening of the circle and disappeared out the front door.
“Have you all lost your minds?” Lake shrieked. I hadn’t seen her standing on the stairs. Thankfully, Kennedy was nowhere in sight. “Those are federal agents.”
“Baby…”
She held up her hand. “Don’t, Keiran.” She turned and headed back upstairs.
“You’re in trouble,” Q sing-songed. Keiran shoved him into the table and stalked off toward the back of the house. “What did I say?”
*
Somehow, our weekend trip for two turned into eight. We piled into three cars and made our way to the California coast. Kennedy had managed to bounce around in excitement for all of thirty minutes before falling fast asleep.
“She has a lot of energy,” Keenan remarked shortly after her eyes drifted shut. It was the first that Keenan had spoken since we left. We were in Keiran’s car alone together with Kennedy while Keiran and Lake rode with Dash, and Q and Jesse rode together.
“Kids tend to do that,” I replied dryly. Among the other things about him that angered me, I was still more than a little annoyed that he had insisted on not only inserting himself into our trip but also our lives. I told myself I wouldn’t dwell on it. This weekend was for Kennedy. I wanted to fit as much good and happiness into her life, needing to erase the terrifying week she’d endured.
“What I’m trying to say is she seems like a happy kid. John was adamant that you’ve done a great job with her.”
“Remind me to thank him for the compliment.”
“I do not like your attitude, Shelly.” His voice deepened from lighthearted to dangerous, but I refused to let him intimidate me.
“Bite me.”
Real mature, Sheldon.
I’d no sooner spoke the words than Keenan hazardously turned the car onto the side of the road. I thanked my lucky stars that traffic was light while keeping the panic at bay. We stopped with a screech of tires as rocks and dirt flew around us.
“Have you lost your mind?”
He ignored me as he pulled out his phone. His keystrokes were quick and angry. Whatever message he sent must have been short because he had already pocketed it again.
Shortly after Dash and Q’s cars pulled up beside us. Keenan hopped out and opened the backseat, unbuckling Kennedy’s seatbelt, who by some small favor was still asleep. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, but by the time I made it around the car, Keenan already had Kennedy strapped in Dash’s car.
“What’s going on?” I heard Dash question.
“Sheldon and I need to have a private conversation. Take Kennedy and we’ll follow you.”
“Dash, don’t!”
I expected that if anyone helped, it would be Dash, but when he shook his head, I felt my confidence waver and panic rear its ugly head. “I can’t help you anymore if you’re going to keep giving in. You need to work it out,” he said before driving off.
“How could you just take my daughter?” My rant was cut short when Keenan tossed me over his shoulder. “Stop!” He walked the short distance back to the car, but when he bypassed the passenger and rear door, confusion took the place of my anger.
He quickly popped the trunk, and the next second, I landed inside. The hard impact jarred me and before I could recover, the door slammed shut.
*
After an hour of riding in the trunk, I suffered from motion sickness. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he purposely weaved in and out of traffic to taunt me. Another hour passed, and I had just begun to drift to sleep when the car came to a hard stop. Before I could brace, I rolled and hit the wall of the trunk, and with a grunt of pain, I settled back into place just in time for the trunk to open.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Keenan’s face was a blank mask of indifference that was far more chilling than anger. At least, when he was angry, I could tell what he was thinking and even predict his next move.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?”
I allowed for my contempt for him to show and then slowly climbed from the trunk. My muscles screamed in protest so I took a moment to stretch and breathe in the fresh air.
“Feeling better?”
“Why did you do that to me?”
“Because you needed it.”