Chapter Twenty
After delivering a box of baby shower decorations to Bryar that were mistakenly delivered to the farmhouse, Mercy scanned the street to see if Jag had returned to pick her up. He said he had to run an errand and would be back in a jiffy.
She spotted his truck up the street, stopped at a red light.
She heard the revving of an engine. looking up in time to see a car speeding toward her on the narrow street. As it got closer, she realized it was coming at her. She couldn’t move as if her feet were frozen to the street, watching in horror. Then logic took hold, and she jumped onto the sidewalk. She landed hard, but the vehicle had missed her.
The white car disappeared into the alley.
The next thing she heard was the skidding of tires and the thudding of boots hitting the concrete. The sun was in her eyes as she looked up to see who’d come to her rescue.
“Are you okay?” Jag asked as he crouched down next to her.
“I-I’m fine. Did you see the car that almost hit me?”
He shook his head. “A car almost hit you?” He scanned the street.
“It just missed me.”
“Let me help you up,” he said, helping her to her feet, supporting her weight against his body. “Is anything broken?” he asked.
“N-no. I don’t think so. Just sore. My hands, they’re a bit scraped up.”
“Let’s get you in the truck.”
Once she was seated, he hurried to the driver’s seat and pulled the truck over to the curb. “Thank God you’re okay.”
She shook her head. Her adrenaline was pumping fast. “Two near deaths in a month are not good.”
“Did you get a look at the car or maybe the driver?”
“It was white. That’s all.”
“I should never have left you.” He slammed the heel of his hand into the steering wheel.
“Jag, this wasn’t your fault. It was probably someone busy staring at their phone.” Yet, instincts warned her that it wasn’t an accident.