Dates, Dinners, and Other Disasters by Kat Simons

Author:Kat Simons [Simons, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T&D Publishing

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Who the hell was causing trouble now?

Cary scanned the restaurant, hoping this was a simple, easy to handle issue—someone about to throw a glass of wine on their date, that sort of thing. Hoping in vain because her Protector senses wouldn’t have perked up at something so harmless.

When she didn’t see anything, she stood. “Sorry,” she said to Deacon without looking at him. And headed toward the back of the restaurant, her instincts driving her to the kitchen.

She paused at the swinging silver door, peeked through the rounded window into the kitchen, spotted the small man with a large gun, and rushed inside.

Since the gun was pointing toward a cluster of people, she put herself between the cluster and the gun. And because she did something that most people didn’t do—namely move in front of a gun instead of trying to run away from it—the gunman took several long moments to blink at her.

When he finally realized he had one more, unexpected, hostage, he snarled. “Who the hell are you?”

“Oh, just a happy customer,” she said. “And you would be?”

“The guy with the gun,” he said.

“Yeah. Noticed. Why?”

“He thought he could fire me. Me! I made this place. He’s taking credit for my food.”

Okay. So disgruntled employee. She assumed one of the people in the cluster must be the head chef.

“You’re little better than a dishwater, Philip,” a man said over Cary’s shoulder. “Don’t you dare try to take credit for my creations.”

Oh boy. “Uhm,” she said, turning slightly to address the chef. “Better not to aggravate the guy with the gun until after he no longer has a gun. Okay?”

“I don’t know who you are, lady,” the disgruntled employee said, “but you got a death wish, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Wait,” she said as he lifted the gun and fingered the trigger. He actually paused, which kind of surprised her. “Huh. I didn’t expect you to actually wait.” She shook her head. “Anyway…”

“Shut up.”

“So much for waiting.”

“You stepped in where you don’t belong. I’m not to blame for your death. You are.”

She sighed. She really really hated it when the bad guys didn’t take responsibility for their actions. “I’m not the one pulling any triggers,” she said, annoyed now. “You’re the one with the gun, holding people hostage, looking to kill. Don’t blame other people for your problems, you asshole. All this and everything that follows is on you.”

She didn’t see Deacon at the door, but she caught movement from the corner of her eye. And she was sure he was there somewhere. When she had to protect someone, and he happened to be around, he got involved. He just couldn’t seem to help himself.

Since she couldn’t actually do anything about the gunman except stand here and keep him from killing anyone, she did her part. She stood there, arms crossed. And when the sharp retort of the gun sounded, she continued to stand there as the people behind her screamed.

She hated guns.

The hail of bullets made her frown. There were an awful lot of them for a single gun.

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