She glanced over at him and he caught her. Neither looked away.
At their stop, they got off and walked the rest of the way to their RV campground. In the full light of day, she kept her vigilance on high alert for police or Tony or Damen. Or anyone the two of them might send.
She wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of their escape or his capability in doing so that had stirred this titillating reaction in her. Walking up the lane in the campground, a car approached behind them. She turned with him, him taking hold of her hand. Her heart thumped faster from flight-or-fight and him.
At their RV, she stopped to look around with him.
“Looks like we’re safe,” he said.
“For now.” She looked at him. They both seemed content to stand here and do just that. “What made you think to grab the man’s badge?”
“He works with Pavlo. And he looked like he knew something.”
“You want to go talk to him?”
“Yeah. Tonight.”
What were they going to do until then? She glanced around. They should probably go inside.
When she looked back at him, he was watching her in a way that convinced her he wondered the same.
A bicycler buzzed by, shooting into view in front of the RV. Savanna jumped.
The bicycler didn’t pose any harm, but the car approaching down the lane did.
“That’s Damen,” Korbin said, incredulous.
How had he found them? Tony was driving. A gun came out of the passenger window.
Korbin shoved Savanna and she ran for the front of the RV as a gunshot tore into the wood of the picnic table. The car screeched to a stop at their site. Korbin had the keys out and the passenger door unlocked as running footsteps grew closer.
She scrambled into the big RV just as Damen ran around the front of it. Savanna screamed as Tony appeared at the driver’s door and tried the handle. It didn’t open.
Korbin kicked Damen. The gun flew out of his hand and Damen jumped up and onto Korbin, and they fought on the front passenger seat. Savanna ran through the RV and went to the backroom where she kept a pistol in the bedside drawer. Rushing back to the living room, she found Korbin wrestling with Damen just behind the cab, half in the kitchen. Tony was about to climb in on the passenger side.
Savanna fired the pistol, making him duck and fall out the door.
Korbin kicked Damen and got to his feet, running to Savanna and taking the gun. He swung it around as Damen stood with a knife in his hand.
“Get out,” Korbin demanded.
“When you’re dead,” Damen hissed.
Tony climbed up on the step of the door and aimed his pistol inside the RV. Savanna moved behind the wall next to the side door. Korbin kept Damen between him and Tony.
Remembering Korbin had another gun in the kitchen drawer, she leaned around the wall and reached for the top handle. Korbin was sparring with Damen.
“You aren’t going to kill me,” Damen taunted, jabbing the knife.
Korbin jumped back to avoid being sliced.