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The sound of tires crunching on gravel startled Lori out of her thoughts, 'Oh no,' She realized that was him and they'd caught up to the broken down truck.

"Go talk to him honey," The driver patted her hand in encouragement; "Perhaps the danger can be dealt with another way."

Lori realized she was cornered and couldn't run away this time. She sighed deeply and pushed the door open as Chris had just reached the other side. He said nothing he just reached up and pulled her down gently. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and just held her close for several moments before anyone spoke a word. She exploded into tears against his firm chest.

He spoke first with his voice choked with emotion, "Lori, don't ever do that to me again; I know someone scared you last night."

"I'm sorry," She managed through her sobs; "I just was so scared; they said you'd get hurt if I didn't go."

"Who?" Chris asked softly but never once letting go while he felt his anger boiling within, "Was it Trish?"

"No," Lori shook her head; "It was a man but I never saw his face." At that, Lori lost her ability to speak as a new wave of emotion shook her body.

'I'm going to kill him,' Chris vowed silently. "Shhh honey, everything is going to be all right. You're safe now, I won't let anyone hurt you," He told her rocking her body protectively. "We're going to work this out, I promise."

"Oh, thank God," Jason breathed as he came around the back of the trailer. "She's all right."

"Come on Lori," Chris told her gently, "we have to get on the road again."

Lori glanced back at the truck driver, "Thanks mister, for everything."

He tipped his hat as he answered, "No thanks needed Miss, you just work this out. I can tell he loves you very much and a love that strong should never be thrown away."

After a few minutes (and after the guys made sure the trucker would be okay); they were back on the road and on their way to Oakland once more. It was Lance's turn to drive and once again, Lori and Chris rode in the back seat. They found another place to eat since no one had eaten at the last one. This time, it was uneventful and Chris drove the final leg of the trip to Oakland. They arrived there just after three o'clock and hurriedly checked into their rooms.

In Jericho's hotel room a few minutes later....

"All right Lori," Chris began as soon they were alone; "Now lets talk about this, tell me exactly what happened."

Lori took a deep breath and then began to recount the events at the ice machine the day before.

When she got to the part where the attacker pulled the knife, Chris couldn't help but remark "He put a knife to your throat" and again, he vowed silently to kill whomever it was that was responsible. Finally, Lori was able to finish her tale, "And when I looked up, I was alone again."

"Aw honey," Chris reacted and asked; "Why didn't you come to me?"

Lori sniffed and shrugged, "I didn't know what they'd do, I couldn't bear the thought of them hurting you."

"You should have told me anyhow," Chris chided her trying not to sound harsh but he had to make his point. "If we're going to be married, you have to come to me about these things. We'll work them out together, that's what marriage is Lori, understand?"

She realized he was right but her heart was still troubled, "I know Chris, I'm sorry. So what do we do now?"

"Well, I have a good idea of a few guys that might be involved," Chris told her; "But I don't want you to worry anymore. Jason and Lance are going to help me with this. I promise you, we will find him and nothing is going to happen to me."

'I hope that you are right,' Lori thought sadly. "I'll try not to worry," She promised but knew that it was a false one.