Lucas thanked God for his silver convertible as he sped down the highway, dodging any oversized cars that got in his way.
He was pushing eighty, and if he had to, he’d get to a hundred. He just needed Brooke to know that he loved her- that he would never hurt her. He had to get to her, before it was too late. Before he’d lose her completely.
Then again, he could have already lost her.
Shaking his head, he coiled his hands tightly around the wheel. No. No, he hadn’t lost her. He couldn’t have. He just needed to take drastic measures. And then everything would go back to normal.