Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense November 2018, Box Set 1 of 2 by Shirlee McCoy

Author:Shirlee McCoy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Keegan heard the blast of a shotgun. Forgetting the care packages he’d been about to retrieve, he took off sprinting for the dark cabin.

Why didn’t I bring my rifle? he chastised himself. As he charged up the weed-covered walkway, he wondered if he was heading right into the line of fire. Was Tracy shooting? His chest tightened. Or was someone shooting at her?

He was almost to the door when Tracy came out with such speed that she plowed right into him.

He grabbed her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Keegan?” Gulping in air, she squeezed her arms around his torso. He could feel her heart ramming into her ribs, muscles quivering. As she pulled away, the moonlight reflected her stark terror back at him. “What…what are you doing here?” she gasped.

“Later. Who’s shooting?”

“I think it’s Grandpa. He heard someone out there, a motorcycle, and he went after them.”

“Which direction?”

“I don’t know.”

He turned her around. “Go back in the house. Lock the doors. I’ll find him.”

“Not without me, you won’t. He could be hurt, and besides, he’s liable to shoot at you.”

“A family hobby, it seems.”

“I’m going.”

“Tracy…”

“There,” she said, stabbing a finger at one of the dilapidated cabins. “I saw something moving. It has to be Grandpa.”

“Or the intruder,” he snapped. She started off but he grabbed her wrist. “If you’re gonna be all bullheaded, Pockets, at least stay behind me.” He shoved her around his back and scrambled toward the cabin, keeping to the fringe of trees.

They approached quickly, the soft ground muffling their steps. About twenty feet from the cabin they crouched behind a fallen pine, listening. An owl hooted softly in the distance and wind ruffled the tall grasses. He thought he heard the distant rumble of a vehicle speeding down the mountain, but he could not be sure.

“Can you text him?” Keegan whispered.

“He doesn’t have a cell phone.”

“Of course he doesn’t.” Keegan sighed. “I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way. Stay here.”

“I…”

Before she could raise a ruckus, he crept out from their hiding place and put some distance between him and Tracy. “Mr. Wilson?” he called out. “It’s Keegan Thorn.”

He heard a groan.

Tracy whimpered.

“Are you injured?” Keegan called.

Stew’s voice, rough and gravelly, came from the bleak interior. “I told you to stay off this property, and I meant it.”

Keegan squared his shoulders. “Well, I’m here anyway, and I know I’ve got a lot of bad qualities, but how about not shooting me, huh? That will make a big mess for you to clean up. I’m pretty sure I got a lot of blood in me.”

“Grandpa,” Tracy called out. “I’m with Keegan. We’re coming in to help you right now. Don’t you do any more shooting, you hear me?”

Keegan didn’t wait for Tracy to pass him but pushed his way into the rotting cabin, skin crawling at the thought of a bullet plowing into his sternum at any moment. Better him than Tracy, though. If she would just stay out while he sized up the situation.

The planked floor

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