FYI, some bookstores haven’t been stocking my books as much lately, so if you want this one, please, please, please have them pre-order it. It will make it a lot easier when release day rolls around.
I kinda loved the hero in this one. He’s a gruff, sexy bastard. I adored him. As with the rest of the books in this series, it totally works fine as a standalone.
“Figured it would be better if you had him a little stuck,” Tucker said as Vaughnne stared at the unmoving truck. “Away from the house and all.”
“This isn’t going to help his frame of mind any,” she said sourly as she threw the car into drive. “Deal with the others. Hold them. As long as you can.”
He canted his head to the side. “Well, that might be problematic. If I’m here, I can hold them forever and that won’t happen. I’ll give you a headstart though.”
As she gunned the engine, Tucker eased back into the shadows. For a big, red-haired bastard, he actually did a better job at avoiding notice than she would have expected.
She slammed on the brakes just as Gus had managed to shove up the hood of his truck, glaring at it like that would magically fix it.
She pulled out her ID and slammed it down next to him. “Now if I had to pick a movie to go with this moment, I’d go with Terminator,” she said as his gaze flicked to the ID and then up to her face. She saw him bracing, preparing to move. “The line would be…Come with me if you want to live.”
He backed away and she saw the gun in his hands. Double-handed grip, braced and ready, like he could stand there forever. So fast. He was so damn fast. Yet again, she had to wonder, just who in the hell was he…and what in the hell had he done before he gave up that life to go on the run with that kid? A kid he’d die to protect. Always so ready to fight, she thought. To defend.
“I don’t care who you are,” he said quietly. “Get away. Give me your keys, or I’m going to shoot.”
“You can shoot me.” She held his gaze. “But it won’t stop the ones who are chasing you. You know that. And if you shoot me, instead of just running from them, you’re running from the FBI, too.”
“Unless I kill you, they won’t be too worried about me,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t need to kill you, just slow you down.”
She smiled at him. “Gus, unless you kill me, you won’t stop me. I’ll track you down again.”
Somebody shouted and she slid a look past him, watched as the two men who’d broken into his house came boiling out on the porch. Gus swung around, shifting his attention between her and the house, his grip on that weapon all too competent, all too ready.
“They broke into your house ten minutes ago. I don’t think they are here to talk about baseball or discuss Alex’s homeschooling life.”