Ivy Holden glanced at the agitated Nathan Rowan and placed a hand on his. "Don't worry," she said. "It'll be okay."
The usually wild Nathan Rowan suddenly fell quiet. He cracked a smile. "Are you kidding? Me, scared? Don't forget what I do for a living."
"But you just own a bar," Ivy Holden said with a laugh.
"Hmph. As long as you know." A man who could run a bar all by himself was never going to be some innocent pushover.
Nathan stopped talking. In the rearview mirror, he saw a minivan aggressively tailing the Beijing Jeep, forcing it to the side of the road. The Jeep scraped along the guardrail, sending a shower of sparks into the air.
He knew Bill Holden had arrived. At the upcoming fork, he swerved onto a side road and pulled over in a patch of overgrown weeds.
The minivan pulled up and parked behind the Bentley, followed by the Beijing Jeep. But instead of parking, the Jeep slammed right into the back of the minivan.
