One Last Shot (Alaska Air One Rescue Book 1) by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren [Warren, Susan May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SDG Publishing
Published: 2024-03-05T00:00:00+00:00

For Pete’s sake, he had turned into a stalker.

Moose sat in his truck, gut churning, lights off, watching the rain turn to snow and cast down in the glow of a streetlamp.

Just go back inside and ask Tillie out.

He didn’t know why he had the sense that tonight possessed some magic to it, but the urge simply burned in him. So much that after he’d returned to the Tooth and dropped off Shep and Axel, he’d rounded back to the Skyport.

And sat like a creep in the parking lot.

Go in. Go in.

Maybe it was the mocha shake tonight, the mixed sense of victory amidst tragedy. The fact that Axel had found the car but not the victim.

But if Ashley’s story was true . . . that she had been kidnapped . . .

So many thoughts, not a few that settled on anger. He struggled with the idea of risking his team for someone like the man Ashley had described. But it wasn’t his place to pick and choose, to judge who lived or died.

Still, the idea of anyone, ever, hurting a woman . . .

For a moment, Aren crept into his head. He closed his eyes, gritted his jaw, the old ache in his chest.

Breathe.

He opened his eyes and startled at the sight of Tillie leaving the diner, her jacket on, her purse over her shoulder. Oops. Now he was really a stalker.

And stuck. He’d have to wait until she left.

She bent her head against the wind, the snow, then flipped up her hood. She wore mittens and reached into her purse, fumbling with her keys as she trekked out to an old-model Ford Focus. Even from here, the car looked like it had seen better days—dirty, the bumper a little skewed.

The dome light flickered on as Tillie got in. Shut the door. Flicked on her headlights.

So much for⁠—

She got back out, carrying something, went around the front and wedged herself in between her hood and the chain link fence that surrounded the lot.

Then she stuck her gloved hands under the hood and wrestled it open.

What?

A phone light flicked on and passed over the dark tangle of her engine.

She reached in with the stick—looked like a tire iron—and tapped on something, then went around and got in the car.

Got back out.

Aw.

The light shone on the engine again, and by the time she repeated the action, then the attempt to start it, he was out of his truck and walking over, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation as to why he might have been sitting in the lot.

Maybe she wouldn’t ask.

She had just gotten out of the car, closed the door, her phone pocketed, when he came up behind her.

Not great timing, and maybe he should have called out, but she must have heard him because she whirled around.

He barely dodged the shot to his chin with the tire iron. As it was, it skimmed off his chin even as he stumbled back, tripped, and fell—bam—onto the pavement.

She took a step toward him, knelt, and pulled back the iron as if to swing again, then gasped.

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