Yes, until he had some answers, he was going to stick close to Willa.
“Where’s the nearest hospital?” he asked her as he waited to turn onto the street.
“I don’t need to go to a hospital.” Her voice sounded stronger, and she touched the lump on her head. He saw her wince, even in the dim light. “It’s just a lump on the head.”
“You should probably get it checked.”
“I’m fine, Griff.” She touched it again. “They’ll just tell me to take two aspirins and call them in the morning.” She gave him a weak smile, and his heart rate increased. Even injured and frightened, she was able to make a joke at her own expense.
He didn’t want to go to the hospital, either, but for a different reason. He was afraid that the kidnappers would be expecting them to go to a hospital, and be waiting there for them. And he didn’t want to take that chance. With the medical training he’d had as part of his job he could probably tend to Willa’s injuries. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive.” Her voice was firm. “Let’s go call the police.”
He hesitated. “I’m not sure we should do that.”
“Why not?” She turned in her seat toward him, and he saw the bewilderment in her face. “Someone tried to kidnap me. Why wouldn’t we call the police?”
“I’m not used to relying on the police,” he finally said. “But maybe you’re right. We should let them know. The kidnappers might come back to your apartment. The police can at least keep an eye out for them.”
He pulled over to the side of the road and took his cellular phone out of his jacket pocket. He had to bend close to Willa to reach it, and her scent curled around him. It wasn’t the demure floral scent he would have expected. It was sharp and tangy, reminding him of wild, elemental things that he had no business connecting with Willa.
He leaned as far away from her as he could and dialed 9-1-1. When the police answered, he told them what had happened, gave them a description of the van and the two kidnappers, then told them he was taking Willa away to keep her safe. He didn’t tell them where he was going. Cutting off their sputtering questions, he snapped the phone closed and set it on the floor.
“Okay, we’ve called the police.”
Willa had leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes while he talked. Now she opened them and gave him a tiny grin. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind. You didn’t give them a lot to work with.”
“I told them as much as we knew.”
“Didn’t they want to talk to me?”
“They did.” He scowled at her. “But I’m not letting anyone close to you until we figure out who tried to snatch you, and why. Not even the police.”
Willa felt a soft warmth stealing over her as she looked at Griff. His hard face was even harder than usual, and his mouth was set in a grim line. He looked formidable and dangerous, and the wild part of him, the part that had drawn her from the first time she met him, was very close to the surface.
“Then what are we going to do?” She was amazed at how calm she sounded. But she trusted him completely, she realized. Griff would keep her safe.
“We’re going to leave,” he said slowly. “We’re going to go somewhere that no one will expect us to go. Somewhere far from College Station and your godfather’s ranch.”
“You don’t think Ryan has anything to do with this, do you?” She was horrified.
“Of course not. But that’s where someone would expect you to go, isn’t it?”
“Probably,” she said reluctantly. “He’s the only family I have.”
“Then we’re going in the opposite direction.” He glanced at his watch, then pulled the truck away from the curb. “Ryan told me about a little cabin in the mountains near El Paso that his sister-in-law Mary Ellen owns. Her son used it recently, and it sounded quiet and isolated—perfect for hiding. We’re going to try and find it.”
“El Paso is a long way from here,” she said faintly.
He glanced over at her in the darkness of the truck. “Would you rather not go that far with me? I’d understand. You don’t really know me that well.”
She knew him well enough to trust him completely, she realized. She had no hesitation about going to El Paso, or anywhere else, with Griff. “It’s not that. I’ve just never taken off like this before, without planning ahead of time. I’ve never been a really spontaneous kind of person.”
“I’m sure I can think of somewhere else to go.”
“No. El Paso is fine.” A recklessness she didn’t recognize swept over her. “The farther the better.”
His mouth curled into a tiny grin. “For someone who’s never been a really spontaneous kind of person, I’d say you’re doing just fine.”
“You’ll keep me safe, Griff. I’m not worried about that.”
“What about your job? Don’t you have to teach at the university?”
“Classes are off for Christmas break. So no one will miss me. I can go wherever I want to go.”
“Being a loner isn’t always a good thing.”
She glanced over at him and his mouth was a tight line.
“If those two had succeeded,” he continued, “how long would it have been before you were missed?”
That was something she didn’t want to think about. “Are you saying I should be checking in with someone on a regular basis?”
“It wouldn’t hurt.”
“Who do you check in with, Griff?” Her voice held just the right amount of polite enquiry, she thought with satisfaction.
His mouth tightened further. “That’s different. I know how to take care of myself.”
“So do I. You probably don’t know it, but I traveled the world with my father while I was growing up.” She felt the same pull of grief and pain that always came when she talked about her father. “I learned very early how to take care of myself.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” His voice was rough. “I’m talking about protecting yourself.”
“I’ve taken a self-defense class. I know what to do.”
“It sure helped tonight, didn’t it.”
She looked away from him and stared out the window. Already the town was falling behind them, and the car passed rolling hills and open pasture. Her home and her job were behind them. And she hoped the kidnappers were, as well. “Now that I know someone wants to kidnap me, I’ll be prepared. I’ll be more alert.”
She heard him sigh. “Sorry, Willa. I didn’t mean to pick on you. And you’re not going to have to worry about being alone for a while. As long as those kidnappers are around, I’m going to be with you until we find out who they are, and catch them.”
A flash of pleasure warmed her, surprising her with its intensity. Willa tried to tell herself that it wasn’t a big deal, that Griff was just doing her godfather, Ryan, a favor, but it didn’t matter. The thought of spending the next few days alone with Griff Fortune made her blood heat in her veins.
But she wasn’t Griff’s type of woman, she reminded herself.