Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I had my helmet in hand by the time Reed Taylor squealed into the driveway. I climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and rested my head against his back.

“St. Marks,” I said.

“Hold on, baby,” he answered and took off. I closed my eyes. I tried not to think about Seth. Instead, I tried to figure out where Lydia could be.

Seth wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. So obviously she wouldn’t be in the house when he tried to . . . do what he did. Is she at the babysitter’s? Except I am the babysitter. Who could she be staying with? Or, and the mere thought made my stomach heave, did something happen to Lydia, and that’s why Seth didn’t think he could go on?

My eyes snapped open, and I flinched.

“What’s going on?” Reed Taylor yelled back to me.

“Just thinking,” I yelled back. He nodded and kept up his breakneck speed.

No, if something had happened to Lydia, Seth would have called me. No matter how bad it was, we would have figured something ou