the road was only twenty yards or so away, it wasn’t unusual for a vehicle to come this way. But Elise obviously didn’t feel the same.
“Oh, God.” She turned and pulled him behind one of the trees. Elise also reached down and turned off his flashlight.
Colt kept his attention on the truck. It was indeed the same model and color as his. And it wasn’t going at a normal speed. It was inching closer as if the driver was looking for something.
Probably Elise.
And not for the killer-reasons that she believed but maybe the driver was trying to find her to make sure she was okay.
Still, Colt stayed put. Watching. Waiting. Wondering if he, too, had lost his bloomin’ mind to hide behind a tree instead of just trying to have a chat with whoever was behind that steering wheel.
Next to him, Elise’s breath was gusting now, and she had her hand clamped on his left arm like a vise. Every part of her was shaking.
The truck pulled just ahead of Colt’s. Stopped. And the automatic window eased down. It was too dark for him to see inside, but he could just make out the silhouette of a driver. A man, from the looks of it.
The driver turned off his headlights.
That didn’t help the prickly feeling down Colt’s spine.
Nor did the other thing he saw.
He stepped from his truck, taking slow cautious steps while he looked at the ground.
And the man was carrying a gun.
Copyright © 2015 by Delores Fossen
Jennifer Morey
“What were you thinking just now?” Carson asked in an intimate voice.
“That I’d be a fool to fall for you.”
He studied her awhile, not showing any reaction. “Are you ready to go?”
She nodded, and they walked out of the restaurant. A valet summoned Carson’s limo. The excessive show of wealth should have repulsed her. Instead, it was a fitting end to a wonderful evening—a drive home in a princess carriage. Everything she’d previously thought about rich people wasn’t true tonight.
Carson tugged Georgia’s hand. She stopped and faced him.
“I had a nice time tonight,” he said.
“I did, too.”
“I won’t tease you about that.” He grinned, sexy and full of affection.
Her heart flopped into more excited beats.
“I’d like to do this again, Georgia.”
“Oh … I …” She may as well have melted right there.
He slid his arm all the way around her, pulling her close. And then he kissed her … before she could react. His mouth over hers sent tingles of shocking pleasure all the way through her, brewing desire she wasn’t expecting.
“Gun!” someone shouted.
Two-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Quill Award winner JENNIFER MOREY writes single-title contemporary romance and page-turning romantic suspense. She has a geology degree and has managed export programmes in compliance with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations (ITAR) for the aerospace industry. She lives at the feet of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, and loves to hear from readers through her website, jennifermorey.com, or Facebook.
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