Colt, Billionaire Reunion: Sweet, Clean Christian Romance with Suspense (Billionaire Protectors Book 2) by Alexa Verde & Autumn Macarthur

Author:Alexa Verde & Autumn Macarthur [Verde, Alexa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-08-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

A light tap on her knee woke Mirabella, and she instinctively moved to grab her gun. Then she recognized the musky scent of Colt’s cologne. The growl of the motor. The headlights showing the road ahead of them. Knowing where she was, she relaxed.

They were on the way to Brett’s log cabin. She straightened in her seat as she blinked sleep from her eyes. She hadn’t intended to drift off. Her job was to watch out for a tail. But the movement of the car combined with the sound of the motor and her own fatigue lulled her to sleep. A glance at the clock showed she couldn’t have dozed for more than fifteen or twenty minutes.

“Sorry. You want me to drive?” She threw him a guilty glance.

“I wouldn’t have woken you for that.”

No, he wouldn’t have.

And that meant…

Tensing, she looked in the side rearview mirror. Sure enough, the lights of another car shone behind them in the distance.

“How long has this been going on?” She reached into her purse and felt the cold reassurance of her gun.

Even in the dark car, she could see a muscle in Colt’s jaw twitch. “Long enough to bother me. Maybe it’s somebody traveling in the same direction, but they’ve been traveling the same direction pretty much since we left home. They haven’t come any closer.”

The lights grew bigger. “Until now.” She pulled the gun out.

“Hopefully, just someone in a hurry to get to their destination.” His voice held a note of confidence she knew neither of them felt. Despite his words, the car accelerated.

“I like your optimism.” She took the gun off safety.

Brett had taught her that one couldn’t be too prepared. That rule had saved her life a few times. Most likely, guessing they’d change location, the car behind them simply waited and watched till they left Colt’s property.

Shots thundered.

The car accelerated even more, with a jerk. “Mirabella, duck!” Colt yelled.

As if.

He really didn’t know her well if he thought she was going to duck. She rolled down the window, and as the wind slapped her hair around her face, she clicked her seat belt open.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He shouted louder than the howl of the wind or the growl of the motor.

“What does it look like? I’m stopping them.” Thankfully, her body might be scarred, but she was still slim, and after the latest surgeries, still lithe. She wriggled her upper body through the window and took aim at the approaching car’s lights.

So she was making herself a possible target?

So it was extremely hard to hit someone in a moving vehicle from that distance. Even in daylight. Even for a good shooter.

Chances were, they wouldn’t hit her, and she wouldn’t hit them.

But she had every intention of showing them she wasn’t an easy target. Not a soft girlie girl like poor Karli and the Daisy Killer’s other victims. If he thought he’d make her his next victim, he could think again.

Hah. She’d taken out one of their headlights.

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