Crash Into You by Katie McGarry Read Free Book Online

person would I be if I left my savior behind? “I’m not leaving without you.”
    “Dammit.” He rubs a hand over his shaved head. “Just leave.”
    “Promise you won’t get caught. Promise you’ll be okay.”
    He freezes midrub and shoots me a chilling look. “I won’t rat you out.”
    Rat me out? My forehead scrunches. To who? A siren wails, the sound much closer than I’d prefer. I blink rapidly as the answer dawns along with a sinking feeling. The police. Isaiah knows he’s going to be caught. “I’m...I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you.”
    He mumbles a word that begins with
F
and stalks toward me. “I’m driving.”
    Driving? No way. No one drives my car. “I don’t think...”
    Isaiah opens the door and stares me down with his hard gray eyes. “Passenger side. Now.”
    Passenger side. Right now. On it. I slide over the console and grasp the side of the seat when Isaiah simultaneously shuts his door and guns the engine. I click my seat belt in place as he takes a sharp left. The speedometer continues to climb.
    “I thought you said two rights.”
    His restless eyes check the rearview mirror. “The cop we saw took that route. I’m not interested in chasing him. Are you?”
    I shake my head, but I doubt he sees it. He keeps his eyes trained on the ever-constricting slender space. It’s like we’re not even on a road anymore, but a sidewalk. My stomach cramps. Holy freaking crap. This is a walkway. The deep sound of the engine pushing out revolutions increases until Isaiah shifts into Fourth. Oh, hell, I’m gonna puke. We’re doing sixty. “Slow down.”
    “Slow down?” He smiles. I’m seconds away from a full-on panic attack and the guy actually smiles. “Your car can do over double what I’m asking it. In fact, it was built to be let loose. You should try it sometime.”
    “I do let it loose. Garbage can!” I close my eyes and bite back a scream when the car swerves to the left.
Breathe, Rachel, breathe.
Going mental is not going to help this situation. “I mean, slow down.” I reopen my eyes only to wish I hadn’t. Dumpster. Big Dumpster. Big freaking, going-to-wreck-my-car Dumpster. “You can’t make it. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t....”
    And he swings the car to the right and into an actual alleyway. “Don’t hurt her. Just don’t hurt her. Okay?” Tears prick my eyes and the breathing thing isn’t working and everything feels out of control. “She’s mine. This is mine. I don’t have much that’s mine. So you can’t destroy her, okay?”
    “What’s your name?” he asks in the calmest, deepest tone I’ve ever heard.
    “What?”
    “Your name. I want your name.”
    “Rachel,” I squeak.
    “Rachel,” he says with a long drawl. I glance over at him when he says nothing else. His eyes flicker between me and the road. “I’m Isaiah, and I swear I’ll take care of you and your car.”
    Breathing becomes a little easier. “Okay.”
    I smell it again, his scent. The calming aroma. The one that’s become my new favorite. I take a deeper breath.
    Isaiah drops gears and for the first time hits the brake. “As soon as I stop, get out.”
    I don’t have time to ask what he means. Isaiah slams the car into Park, hops out and punches buttons on a security keypad. I do what he said and rub my arms as he eases my car into the garage, turns her off and relocks the garage door.
    “What are you doing?” I ask.
    We both jerk our heads to the right when a siren cries on the other side of the warehouse. Flashing blue lights reflect against the wall. Isaiah grabs my hand and leads me away from the police. “I can’t get busted here.”
    My heart stutters. He’s holding my hand. A guy is holding my hand. Touching it. Like his fingers entwined with mine. I’ve never held a guy’s hand before and it feels good. So good. Warm. Strong. Awesome. And it would only be a million times better if the guy holding my hand liked me.
    Or if I liked