Breach of Trust by Jodie Bailey

Author:Jodie Bailey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

TEN

Meghan dropped hard as a bullet whacked the side of the house way too close to her position, the laptop she’d retrieved from the closet clattering to the floor. She stretched to grab the machine and crept toward the bedroom door.

From the sound of it, the shooter was definitely somewhere to the left of the house.

She hoped there wasn’t more than one.

They had a chance to get out without being seen, but they had to leave now. If he moved before they reached cover, there was no way to pinpoint what his line of sight would be from a new position.

She edged down the stairs and found Tate at the bottom, on his way up. Keeping low, she slipped in next to him, back pressed against the wall out of the line of sight of the window by the door. “He’s to the left.”

“I saw him.” Tate reached for her, running his hands along her arms. “You hit?”

Even in the midst of everything, his touch rattled her. She jerked away. “What? No.” They didn’t have time for this. “We need to go.”

Tate tapped the barrel of his pistol. “Shooter’s in a tree to the left of the driveway, about three hundred yards out. He’s blind to the left center of the backyard from there.”

“How many?”

“Saw one, but there’s no guarantee there aren’t more. We can’t give him a chance to get between us and the barn.”

Meghan didn’t want to sneak out. She needed the identity of the mystery man who’d overshadowed half of her life. She angled toward the kitchen. “We can go out the back and flank him. If—” She half rose, ready to roll, but Tate pulled her lower.

“I’d love to, but no. From his position, he’s got a full view around himself. There’s no way to stay hidden. He’s got the height advantage, too.” Tate shook his head. “We’re not going to be stupid.”

Meghan grasped her pistol harder, the grip digging into her fingers. She didn’t want to listen to Tate, but she did want them both to survive.

Man, how she hated to step away from a battle. “I’ve got a go bag in the laundry room near the back door.” She didn’t wait for Tate to take the lead. It was bad enough she had to run. She wasn’t going to be the tail end of the train.

Another crack, and a section of Sheetrock opposite the fireplace crumbled.

He was firing blind potshots. That was one relief, however small.

Around the corner in the kitchen, she stood and stared at the floor, a sudden wave of despair shoving her heart into her throat. She’d probably never see this place again now that it was compromised. The floors she’d worked so hard on, the dreams she’d planned so meticulously...

Tate grabbed her hand. “I know.” His voice was deeper than she’d ever heard it, his touch driving home the grief she couldn’t stop.

His tenderness nearly undid her. Knowing his story, there was no doubt he understood. He was probably reliving the day he’d had to flee the place he’d called home.

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