Chapter 5

I shoved the card into Dean's hand. "Take this and get out of here. The farther you go, the better. Don't ever come back."

"Why are you so anxious for? I don't want your money," Dean said, handing the card right back to me. "I've got money. I can look after myself."

Honestly, I had no clue what he did for a living. For someone his age, his hands were rougher than anyone else I'd ever seen.

I looked at him helplessly. "You don't get it. My husband's people were spying on us yesterday, snapping photos.

"It's probably all over…