Alexander, Kortny - Surrendering to Summer [Whispering Mountain 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Kortny Alexander Page B

asshole was crazy enough to follow her to the ranch at least she would have the guys waiting for him. They would either shoot him, beat his ass, or both.
    Summer began to sweat. She felt her hands shake again as she reached in the cup holder for her cell phone. She didn’t look away from the road. She couldn’t. Not with this lunatic driver beside her. Just as she wrapped her fingers around her cell phone, the red car, still beside her, swerved in her direction. She dropped the phone, screamed, and jerked her steering wheel in the opposite direction. Her quick thinking just barely kept her car from getting sideswiped. Her heart was pounding and she was scared to death. She dug her fingernails into the steering wheel.
    What’s wrong with this idiot?
    They appeared to be the only two cars on the road. Summer prayed the car would just pass her, but it didn’t. He was playing a dangerous game, and Summer didn’t want to participate. The asshole continued to ride beside her, adjusting his speed to hers. It took her a few moments, but Summer finally recognized the car as a red Camaro.
    Just as she picked up her cell phone that had fallen into her lap, the driver swerved in her direction once again. This time he didn’t pull back. He kept moving in her direction. To avoid a collision, Summer swerved, spinning out of control, until she skidded off the road and slammed into a ditch.
    “Shit! Shit! Oh god! Shit!” Summer was shaking all over. She could see the Camaro speeding off into the distance while she was stuck in a damn ditch. It took her a few moments to calm herself enough to find her cell phone. She didn’t want to make the call, but it would be a lot worse if she didn’t.
    It didn’t take long for the whir of sirens and squealing tires to disturb the eerie silence Summer had sat in. The longer she sat there, the more frightened she had become. She was so afraid that whoever was behind the wheel of that car would come back. But they never did. She could hear Dalton yelling. He was getting closer and he sounded absolutely pissed.
    “Why is she still in the car, sheriff?” Dalton yelled. Astonishment shone in his eyes. He could see skid marks that lit up the road like a path to Summer’s car. He had expected her to be sitting in the back of an ambulance, wrapped up, or even the sheriff’s squad car, not still sitting in her car looking scared and lost.
    “Denver. Dillon. Get your fucking brother under control before I lock his ass up,” Sheriff Stallings threatened. “Cousin or no cousin, I will do it. You know I will. Ask Daisy.”
    Dalton eyed both his brothers but calmed down just a little. They all knew how many times the sheriff had pulled Daisy out of a fight and locked her up for a couple of hours. It wasn’t an idle threat.
    “I told you, she won’t get out of the car. She’s shaking like a leaf. She’s afraid. I think she’s in shock. She’s soaked with sweat. She was out here alone for a short time, and I think it got to her.” The sheriff looked from one brother to the other and then to the other. “This was intentional. I have no doubts about that. This was a cowardly act and whoever is behind it better run like hell.”
    “Let me go over and talk to her. Maybe I can get her out of the damned car,” Dalton said as he began to walk towards the car.
    There wasn’t a mark or dent on the portion of the vehicle facing the road. Dalton could only imagine how the side that was stuck in the ditch looked. He looked around at all of the firemen and police. A passerby would have thought that this was vehicular homicide. They were all waiting for Summer to get out of the car so they could pull it out of the ditch. And she looked as if she was ready to camp out in her car.
    Dalton wasn’t having any of that. He was angry at himself for not protecting her better. He was angry that she hadn’t told the sheriff what had happened or given a description of the car. He had a shitty feeling that he knew