Breaking in the Cowboy (WEST Protection Book 8) by Em Petrova

Author:Em Petrova [Petrova, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

* * * * *

A pesky mosquito kept divebombing Emersyn. She swatted it away several times, but it kept coming back.

To Casey, she must be the mosquito.

When she woke to find him gone, it struck her that he hadn’t woken her to say goodbye. Oh, she knew Casey and that he’d want to let her sleep. But it didn’t stop her from thinking of the burden she’d become to him.

She never should have come here. She could have run to any major city and changed her identity. Obviously, she knew how.

Why had she chosen to ask Casey for help?

The mosquito landed on the back of her hand, and she flicked it away. The overhead lights at the bus stop hummed, a natural attractant to every bug in town. After hiking down the mountain, darting behind trees any time she heard tires on the roads leading up the mountain, and dodging behind parked cars once she hit town, exhaustion crept into every bone in her body.

The hard metal bench she sat on wouldn’t offer the best rest, but she’d probably slept in less comfortable places. She didn’t want to chance missing the bus, though.

Back in the cabin, an epiphany had slammed her—she’d come to Casey seeking to clear her name. Her own name.

Her entire life, her name was the only thing in the world that stayed with her. Teddy bears were thrown away or forgotten. She had no mementos of her mother or brother.

But it was just a name. She didn’t need to be Emersyn Holland to be herself. Deep down, she knew who she was.

Back in the cabin, she’d gotten into the shower as a way to clear her head. The shower had always been her private thinking spot. Not even Riley would interrupt when she closed that bathroom door. And processing her reasons for believing Casey was her only answer required a safe place to think.

But then she’d cracked the bathroom window to release the steam, and McCoy’s voice projected to her. He was either speaking to someone who’d come to the cabin or on the phone.

“The FBI determined the Ameses tracked her to Montana?” was enough to put the fear of God, the Ames and the FBI combined into her.

She listened to a few more grunts and murmurs from her bodyguard, her imagination galloping fast and furious and her fight-or-flight engaged.

She could run again, take her problems with her and figure them out for herself for once. She would not be a despairing victim sitting in a cabin waiting for some man from her past to rescue her.

So she’d left the shower running as a cover and climbed out the window. Her only remorse came when she thought of the jam she’d put poor McCoy in. She hoped Casey wasn’t too rough on him…

Her new plan—it wasn’t plan H, I, J or K at this point—was to get as far away from Montana as possible. Head south to Arizona or New Mexico, start a new life. Work parking cars at concerts, waitress, pick up trash on the streets, whatever she must to survive.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.