Deadly Force by Misty Evans

Author:Misty Evans [Evans, Misty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beach Path Publishing, LLC.
Published: 2015-01-08T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

“Cal!” Bianca shook his shoulder, but he batted her hand away.

His eyes were closed, his body twitching. Back and forth, back and forth, his head rolled on the pillow. Sweat beads dotted his forehead and his skin was ashen. He cried out, the words a jumble that didn’t make sense but that made the hair on her neck rise.

Maggie whined and Bianca chased her out of the room. Kneeling on the side of the bed, she patted Cal’s face and shook him again. “Cal, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up.”

He mumbled something and she finally resorted to an old trick. She pinched him in the side.

He bolted upright, knocking her off the bed. She smacked into the dresser, ricocheted off the corner, bumped her big toe on the bed frame, and fell unceremoniously on her ass.

“Ouch. Dammit!” She rubbed her toe and tried to fix her glasses, which had gone kittywampus on her face.

In a split second, he was out of bed, on his feet, weapon in hand and pointed.

At her.

Bianca froze, staring at the dark hole at the end of the looming gun. Her mouth went dry.

Dangerous. He’d always been dangerous but not to her.

PTSD was a bitch. She’d seen no sign of it until now. Heart hammering, she lifted her gaze and met his over the barrel. The dark orbs were distant, as if he weren’t seeing her but something—someone—else.

“Cal, it’s me. Bianca.”

Nothing changed in his demeanor. He kept the gun pointed at her, his body rigid and ready for action.

Years ago, her mother had held a gun in her hand and looked at Bianca the same way—blank eyes, emotionless facial affect—right before she’d turned the gun on herself and put a bullet in her brain. Talk about PTSD. Bianca still had nightmares.

She’d failed with Annabelle, talking her off the ledge had been futile, but this was Cal, not her mentally unstable, alcoholic and drug-dependent mother.

Bianca was an adult now with a lot of skills and experiences under her belt, not some scared seventeen-year-old who’d recently lost a baby and was about to lose her mother.

I will not let the demons get you, Cal.

“We’re in your father’s fishing cabin in upstate California,” she said in a calm, soothing manner, even though she was anything but calm. “I was attacked by an owl, remember? We made love and you fell asleep and had a nightmare. That’s all it was, a nightmare. I’ve kept watch on the house and grounds while you slept, and Emit texted your phone an hour ago. His extraction team will be here any minute. I, of course, informed him I wasn’t going to any safe house to hide out while you went to see Senator Halston.”

Cal’s head jerked slightly, as if he were trying to clear the fog. The distant look in his eyes faded. Not completely, but she could see he was truly waking up.

The gun, however, didn’t lower. The barrel was still aimed at the spot between her eyebrows.

Give him a little more time.

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