Fugitive Pursuit by Christa Sinclair

Author:Christa Sinclair [Sinclair, Christa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-02-06T19:56:56+00:00

SEVEN

Zack scrambled out of the chair he occupied and ran to the door. Thumping and screaming chilled him to the bone. “Jamie!” He yanked open the door to her room and flipped the light switch by the main entrance. The two men who’d attacked them at her campsite held her, one at her feet, the other at her shoulders. She punched, kicked and bit as much as she could.

The man with her feet, the smaller of the two, dropped them and stalked toward Zack. Zack was ready for him, though, bending to avoid the sloppy cross punch and delivering a swift punch to the man’s stomach. A few jabs and a solid uppercut took the guy out.

One down, one to go.

Zack looked up. The other guy had one arm wrapped around Jamie’s chest. This man was Chad, Chuck, Charlie. She continued to fight him as he dragged her toward the doorway. Zack moved forward. “Hey!” He gripped the second man’s collar and wrenched him backward. He punched him in the side once, twice. The man only flinched, but the movement was enough for Jamie to break free.

Zack punched again. And again. After his opponent threw a cross, Zack slammed him against the open door. A loud crash sounded from across the room. Panic rushed through him. Jamie! He searched for her by the desk.

Pride crushed his fear. She stood over the still body of the second guy. What had she used to knock—

The big, beefy man in front of him jammed both fists into Zack’s gut. He bent at the waist and fought for a full breath. Another punch landed across his jaw. After a quick prayer, Zack punched back—the stomach, the side, the face twice. Still more punches. Again, he smacked the guy into the wall, but this time the man didn’t come back. Instead, his body slid down and landed like a rag doll on the floor. Two intruders. Both out cold.

“Zack?” Jamie appeared in the doorway between their rooms with his duffel bag in her hand. Hanging off her shoulder was her backpack.

He rushed forward, pressed his hands to her temples and kissed her forehead. “Good job.”

In the distance, sirens came to life. “Come on.” He took his duffel and grabbed her hand. “We’ve got to get out of here.” He hurried her into the muggy night air and down the cement stairs to the parking lot. A couple of times she glanced back to their rooms. Worrying those guys had revived? If yes, then that made two of them. He picked up his speed.

On the driver’s side of their current vehicle, he jingled the keys to find the correct one. “Jamie, get over to the passenger side,” he directed.

She didn’t move. Her hands remained twisted in the fabric of his shirt. From the motel, more voices yelled.

“Do you think it’s them?” Fear laced her words.

“Don’t know.” A high dose of energy pushed him. He opened the door. The window by his elbow shattered.

“Get down!” He crouched behind the door and covered Jamie.

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