Men of August 3 Heather's Gift by Lora Leigh

Author:Lora Leigh [Leigh, Lora]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

They rolled from the lounger in a tangle of limbs and virulent curses as the bullet struck the tree at the same angle that Sam’s head would have been had he not been lowering it to her body. Heather grabbed her jeans, cursing as she pushed Sam behind the shelter of the trees, struggling back into the suddenly uncooperative denim.

“Dammit,” Heather cursed as she jerked her gun beneath the lounger. She struggled against Sam, cursing as he plastered himself to her back, holding her harder to the bark of the tree. Dammit, he was trying to protect her.

She was supposed to be protecting him.

She jerked her comm. link from the back pocket of her jeans, bringing it quickly to her ear as the raised voices of the agents rushing for the pool area could be heard.

“Rick, dammit, where the hell are you? Sam’s with me and we have incoming gunfire.”

Raised voices began to fill the night as bodyguards rushed into the pool area. Several more unknown shots were fired, but none returned as the men rushed to surround Sam as the sound of a helicopter lifting from the front yard cut through the din of raised voices.

“Contain August. Get his ass in the house.” Tara’s voice was sharp as she barked out the orders to the bodyguards swarming around them. “Dammit to hell. If he gets hit I’ll kick all your asses.”

“Chopper’s in the air,” Rick called out. “Stay put until we know where the hell it’s coming from. Goddammit, how the hell is he doing this?”

Heather struggled against Sam as he pressed her closer to the tree, his body a heavy weight behind her, an effective shield between her and any bullet that might cut through the darkness. The other agents surrounded them, guns drawn, watching the darkness with the night vision goggles attached to their faces.

“Stay still,” he growled as she struggled against him.

“Dammit, I’m supposed to be protecting you,” she hissed. “Let me move!”

“Listen to me.” His voice roughened, savagery reflecting so harshly in his tone that she automatically stilled. “You will not take a bullet for me, Heather. Do you understand me? You will not stand in front of me, you will not try to protect me, or so help me God, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Then he was gone. “Sam.” She cried out his name as he jerked from her and began pushing his way through the small garden. The bodyguards surrounded him as he stalked toward the house, rushing to provide a force of protection around him.

The agents scrambled to move around him, to place themselves where they could protect him as he pushed them roughly aside. Heather propped her hands on her hips and watched his furious face, breathing out thankfully when he made it into the relative protection of the house.

“Son of a bitch is going to get himself killed.” Rick stalked toward her. “Did you tell him that, Heather?”

She shrugged, fighting the rapid beat of her heart. She made

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