She was standing there with her suitcase at the truck stop, so innocently curious and stupidly naïve to the stares of all the men around her.

That girl exuded sunshine rays from her sweet smile, luring men with vile intentions to take her, and hitchhiking with no protection whatsoever.

My heart swelled at her defenselessness and the trusting nature in her voice. I want to protect her and give her the safety that she needs when she travels.

She's going to get kidnapped, so I did her a favor and picked her up first.

I'm saving her—from me going mad with the obsessive need to dominate her and from the elusive murderer on the highway.