Banged Up by Jeanne St James

Author:Jeanne St James [St. James, Jeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atlantic Bridge Publishing
Published: 2009-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Colby jerked awake to a shrill ring. Her heart pounded fiercely when the phone rang a second time. She blinked, staring at where it sat on the nightstand.

It could be the person who kept hanging up.

Or maybe it was Mace…

Even though she knew the phone would ring again, she still started. She let out a long breath, trying to calm her nerves. Until a second later the doorbell rang.

Colby let out a little squeak.

She had to stop jumping at every little thing!

When Mace was home, she never worried. She had the sense of safety whenever he was around, which surprised her since her first impression of him was he appeared dangerous.

Dangerous to whom? The jury was still out on that one.

She rolled out of bed and grabbed the silk robe she had thrown at the foot of it. She inserted her arms into the sleeves and tied the belt tightly around her waist, trying to ignore the still ringing phone. Someone must have switched off the answering machine. It could have been her, but she couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter at this moment anyway, because whoever was at the door was still ringing the doorbell. Damn.

She yanked open the nightstand drawer and removed her Glock. It was ready to go with one in the chamber and a full clip. But, looking down at her robe, she didn’t have anywhere to hide it on her person.

Hidden or not, she wasn’t going to answer the door without protection. One never knew who could be lurking outside the house. She shook her head; she was going loony.

She was way too paranoid. But just the feel of her heavy gun in her hand soothed her, made her not feel like a victim.

She went downstairs and, at the front door, she peered through the peephole. A young man stood on the other side, dressed in a brown uniform. His baseball cap had a patch on it advertising “Ellie’s Bouquets.”

Behind the kid, she noticed the business name was also plastered all over the parked delivery van.

Mace. He must have bought her flowers. How very sweet!

Colby unlocked the door and swung it partially open, just enough where she could keep her left hand, which held the gun, hidden behind the door.

“Hello, ma’am,” the kid said. He shoved his clipboard toward her. “I have a delivery of flowers.”

The young man’s eyes immediate drew to her cleavage, which was slowly being exposed as her robe slipped open. With the clipboard in one hand and the gun in the other, she didn’t have any hands left to close it.

“Who are they for?” Colby asked. She signed awkwardly on the line next to the address of the house. She had used the doorjamb to hold the clipboard up while she signed. She handed it back to him before pinning the lapels of her robe together tightly with her free hand.

The kid did a lazy half shrug, his eyes still focused on the point where she was gripping her robe. “There’s no name on the delivery, just this address.

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