Jagger (Steele Shadows Investigations) by Amanda McKinney

Author:Amanda McKinney [McKinney, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734013375
Publisher: HH Tisevich
Published: 2020-06-18T04:00:00+00:00

20

Jagg

The front door of Frank’s slapped shut as I pulled Sunny into the parking lot. The bugs roared over the heat waving over my already-boiling skin.

“Jagg. You’re hurting me.” Sunny’s calm voice pulled me from my rage.

I softened my grip on her hand but didn’t let go.

“Where’s your truck?”

“Under the oak tree over there.” She nodded to the far side of building.

“What the hell are you doing parking in the shadows? Don’t you know by now to park under a street light or lamppost? And if there isn’t one, find somewhere else to fucking go.”

Goddamn this woman’s fearlessness.

The woman was me.

I heard the front door open and slam shut behind us, and for a moment, I actually wished someone would come up on me. I needed another fist fight to release the truckload of adrenaline flooding my veins. I looked over my shoulder to see a couple beelining to their Can-am Roadster as if they’d seen a ghost. Damn tourists.

We rounded the building and I stopped cold. Sunny jerked against my hold.

“What?”

“I’m assuming those weren’t there when you got here.”

Her jaw dropped as she followed my gaze where the moonlight illuminated two long, thin scratches running down the entire length of her 1972 Chevy Cheyenne.

“Oh my…” her voice faded in a breathless whisper as she jogged to her truck and ran her finger down the scratches. She kneeled down, examining the damage. “I’ve been here literally ten minutes. Who could’ve… why?”

Sunny had not only been publicly bullied, someone had also keyed her truck.

Oh, hell no.

I pulled the gun from my belt and spun around.

“Stop.” Sunny surged to her feet and grabbed my arm with both hands. I literally dragged her through the dirt.

“Jagger, stop. Please.” She dug her heels in, dropping her weight against my pull. “Stop you idiot, macho-male maniac. Stop!” She dropped my arm—more like flung it down. “Do not go back in there, Jagg. It’s not worth it.”

I stopped, pivoted. “Someone keyed your truck. You’re goddamn right it’s worth it.”

I started to turn but she yanked me back.

“It’s not worth it Jagger. Who cares about my damn truck?” She stood toe to toe with me. “And what are you going to do, anyway? Beat up the entire bar? You think my car will be in one piece after that?”

That gave me pause. Going back in there and cracking skulls in Sunny’s name would only make it worse for her.

She was right.

“Just… calm down, Jagg.”

I stared at the front door of the bar, gun in one hand, Sunny on the other.

Sunny’s focus remained on the side of my face. She took a deep breath, then another, until finally, I found myself releasing an exhale.

“Good. Thank you. Come on.” This time, she pulled me across the parking lot.

Once at her truck, she fisted her hands on her hips. “Well… shit.”

I forced my focus to switch from kicking ass to solving the problem at hand. “A buddy of mine can fix the paint first thing in the morning.”

“I don’t need you to handle it.

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