Mistletoe Maverick by Shannon Curtis

Author:Shannon Curtis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance novellas, free romance, romance and suspense, sheriff hero, christmas cowboy romance, western and sheriff, romantic suspense action thriller, romance cowboy, romance christmas short story, western cowboy romance
Publisher: Shannon Curtis

Chapter Four

Jackson commando crawled along until he could use the corner of the house as cover. He sat up, panting, and grabbed his radio from his hip holster.

“Shots fired, repeat, shots fired at 225 Ridgefork Lane. 10-71.” Officer needs assistance. He peered briefly around the corner of the house. What the hell was going on?

“10-4, Sheriff, calling for backup.”

“Approach with caution,” he muttered into his radio, then peered beyond the wall again. Those shots had come from downstairs. He’d seen Stephanie climbing through the window upstairs. He’d almost had heart failure when he’d recognized the bedraggled, wet woman on the roof. She was damn lucky she hadn’t slipped. He twisted, then winced. Damn, he’d been hit.

Another shot fired, and the wood of the porch railing above his head splintered. He ducked, shuffling back on his ass. He couldn’t even see which window they were shooting from. He unholstered his weapon, then looked around him. He was probably about halfway along the side of the house. He glanced up. There looked to be a bathroom window, but it was too narrow for him to climb through. The kitchen was further along the house toward the back. The living room windows were on the other side of the house.

The muscles in his jaw flexed, and then he leaned forward. What …? He rose to his feet and quietly scooted along the wall of the house. Low to the ground and almost buried by the snow—but not quite—was one of the basement windows.

Using his hands, he cleared the snow away from the glass, ignoring the burn of the cold against his fingers. He tried to pull the window open, but it wouldn’t budge. Maybe it was nailed or painted shut.

He unzipped his jacket, bundled up the butt of his gun, and then used it to hit at the glass. The glass shattered, but with the sound of the icy wind blowing, it didn’t seem too loud. He hoped it hadn’t sounded loud inside the house. He used his jacket to brush out the shards of glass and then quickly slid his legs through, holding on to the upper rim of the window as he lowered his body into the basement.

He hissed as he hung there for a moment, the burn in his side getting hotter, then dropped down to the floor. His hand went to his side, clutching as though the pressure would ease the pain, and it did, a little. He lifted his hand, and even though it was dark, there was enough of a glow from the snow outside that he could see the dark fluid glistening on his fingers.

* * *

Stephanie dropped to the floor, panting, and the closet door opened. Aiden and Katie burst out, falling on her and she hushed them. She wasn’t sure where their trembling ended and hers began, as they listened for more shots. She battled the panic that was rising inside her. Jackson! What had happened to him? She hoped—no, she prayed he was all right.

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