When it came to seeking excitement, Lena had to admit she was lacking in that area. She could give a strong argument to the benefits of regularly attending the theater, frequenting fine restaurants and taking soul-quenching strolls in the park. Quiet evenings at home reading the latest bestseller or scanning the Internet for travel destinations could be quite stimulating, in her opinion. Attempting to outmaneuver a car that is following you was not on her list of pastimes.

Lena swiveled around to survey the threat. "Who could be following us?" She was annoyed to hear a thread of worry in her voice.

Gage gripped the wheel firmly with both hands. "I couldn’t say for sure, but I have my suspicions."

"What are you talking about?" she asked anxiously. "It’s too dark to see anyone. Tell me which car is following us. Maybe I can make out a license plate or something."

"Hang on." Gage gradually applied pressure to the brakes.  "The car following us is a sedan. I’d guess it’s a luxury car from the shape."

"Be more specific," Lena said. "How far back is he?"

"Two cars behind us."

Lena stretched and scanned the traffic of cars. "It’s hard to see from the glare of lights."

"Let’s fix that problem." Gage jerked the steering wheel, changing lanes before Lena could blink.

Another car horn blared.

"You know, if a policeman saw that, we’re going to have company," she said with amused annoyance."

Men and their macho driving, she thought. She felt like she had been dropped into a scene from a cop show on television. She was playing the part of the innocent civilian in need of rescuing by the dark, nothing-can-hurt-me, go-against-the-rules, street smart cop.

"Just see if you can make out the plates," he said sharply.

"All right," she returned. "No reason to get upset. It’s not like we’re out on a deserted country road. The guy can’t do anything to us in the middle of town."

"I wouldn’t be too sure of that," Gage said soberly.

A chill settled over Lena. What if Gage was right and they were in serious physical danger? She directed her attention once again to the street. Gage was correct. The car following them was a luxury sedan. Lynda’s husband had been showing her brochures for weeks. Jerry was convinced that a luxury car spoke volumes in presenting a successful image.

"I can’t make out a license plate." Lena grunted in frustration.

"Can you see who is driving?"

Lena didn’t have to get any closer to see who was driving the vehicle. The large shadowed figure was definitely a man.

"I can’t make out any distinguishing characteristics, but it’s a man."

The silence in the car was deafening. Lena looked at Gage in time to catch the predatory gleam that flashed in his eyes. The dangerous emotion vanished in an instant.

"That’s all I needed to know," Gage said firmly.

As though the last few minutes had not transpired, he looked casually over at Lena. "I’m tired of this game. The thought of a delicious dinner with a beautiful woman sounds quite pleasant at the moment."

Pressing his foot to the accelerator, the car surged forward to beat the yellow light. The sedan was left behind in a barrage of car taillights, wind and cross traffic.

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