Escape: Day 8

Word Count: 48,009

Summary of Events:

Trace and Dallis were both taken to the hospital and after Trace's broken wrist was diagnosed and dealt with he went and got his truck and then returned to the hospital to get Dallis before heading toward Omaha; he noticed the gangsters following him and got his fellow truckers to help him get away from them. Dallis woke up at four thirty in the morning and tried to leave, but Trace and her own exhaustion stopped her. Trace got up and, being as Dallis was still heavily asleep, moved her to her seat and started driving, and thinking . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"The thought of her being so delicate and needy, so weak and tired, it was slightly agitating Trace. He wanted to pull over and hold her, touch her, satisfy his hunger; but he knew she would not in the least be happy with that.

Turning his gaze away from her, Trace focused on the road. She had placed some trust in him, and he didn't want to compromise it. Doing that would compromise it, not to mention it would be rather selfish of him.

He was emphatically telling her he wanted to keep her safe, and he didn't want her to leave until he could be certain she would be safe, unfound by the gangsters and unhurt by them — or anyone else for that matter — not that he was sure when he would ever reach that point; but if he was going to tell her that, then he didn't have the right to compromise her trust.

Sure, she didn't trust him much, although he was certain that there had to be some trust there, but he wanted her to trust him more. He wanted her to trust him to touch her, and hold her, all of the time, not just when she was tired and out of it, but whenever he wanted to touch her.

Trace sighed as he looked over at her. He didn't think he was going to be able to leave her anywhere until they reached Peace River, but then there was the whole thing of crossing the border.

He was fully certain that she wouldn't be allowed to just waltz across the border with him into Canada, and he wasn't sure how to go about getting a passport on the American side of the border.

If they were in Canada heading to the US, he'd know, but he didn't know if the American procedure was the same, or if it took longer, or if he'd even be able to have the passport sent to him while he was driving and never in the same place long enough for the mail to reach him.

She would hopefully be a lot safer in Canada anyways. The gangsters would have to deal with crossing the border, and knowing for himself how stickler the border patrols were, especially going into Canada, he had a feeling their guns would be found and they'd be denied the ability to cross the border.

He did hope, though, that they didn't have any cronies on the Canadian side, although, he doubted any gangs were quite that far-reaching. After all, as much as different places had their own Mafias, the Mafias weren't related to each other, and didn't really necessarily do that much to or for each other.

Taking a deep breath, Trace sighed it out and returned his focus to the road. He needed to keep his eyes peeled for expensive black cars with Georgian plates. It would be much harder to dodge them out in daylight, after all, and if he could avoid being noticed by them would be much better."