Hot Target by Elle James

Author:Elle James
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Grace struggled to turn her head to the side, pulled her face out of a pillow and gasped for air. Something heavy lay on top of her and the mattress held her tightly against the wall. “Caveman?”

He coughed, making his body wiggle against hers, explaining the weight lying across her. “Grace? Are you all right?”

“I think so,” she said. “But it’s hard to breathe.”

An engine sounded really close and the smell of exhaust warred with the dust filling her lungs. “What happened?” she whispered, barely able to draw in enough air to activate her vocal cords.

“I think someone crashed into your house.”

“Dear God. How?” She tried to draw in a deep breath, but with everything smashing her to the floor and wall, she couldn’t. The darkness surrounding her was nothing compared to the dizzying fog of losing consciousness. If they didn’t get out of there soon, she’d suffocate.

“I...can’t...get up.” Caveman twisted his shoulders, his hands pressing down on her, searching for something else to brace against and finding nothing.

“Just push against me,” she said.

“I’m sorry.” He braced a hand on her chest and shoved himself backward, sliding down her body, inch by inch. As he moved past her chest, she was able to get a little more air to her lungs. She dragged it in, uncaring that it was filled with dust. The oxygen cleared her brain.

“I’m out,” Caveman said.

She heard the sound of boards being kicked to the side. Then she heard the engine revving and the metal clank of gears shifting; the pressure eased off the mattress and her.

She lay for a moment, letting air fill her lungs. Then she struggled to push the heavy mattress off her.

Suddenly the bed shifted and fell away from her.

Caveman leaned down, extending a hand.

Grace took it and let him draw her to her feet and into his arms.

He held her for a long time, smoothing his hand over her hair. Finally, he pushed her to arm’s length and swept his gaze over the length of her. “Are you all right? No broken bones, concussion, abrasions?”

She shook her head and stared around at the disaster that was her bedroom. “Maybe a bruised tailbone, but nothing compared to what it could have been if you hadn’t thought so quickly.” The front wall was caved in, the ceiling joists lay on the floor, electrical wires sparked dangerously close.

“Where’s your breaker box?” Caveman asked.

“In the kitchen.”

He scooped her up into his arms and waded through the splintered two-by-fours and broken sheets of drywall until he reached the intact hallway. There, he set her on her feet, grabbed her hand and led the way to the kitchen.

Grace took him to the breaker box in the pantry.

He flipped the master switch, shutting off all electricity to the house. “Gas?”

“Propane tank out back.”

Caveman hurried to the front hallway and returned a minute later wearing his jeans. He handed her the clothes she’d shed earlier, her boots and her purse. “Put these on and stand out on the porch while I shut off the gas to the house.

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