Our Time (Baytown Boys Book 11) by Maryann Jordan

Author:Maryann Jordan [Jordan, Maryann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-13T18:30:00+00:00

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This time, Carrie knew exactly what woke her up in the middle of the night. The sound of glass breaking. She threw back the covers and leaped out of bed, stumbling slightly as her brain raced to catch up with her feet. She darted across the hall, throwing the door open with such force that it banged on the wall, and Jack jumped.

Not wanting to scare him but wanting him to be prepared, she said, “Stay here. Don’t come down unless I call you but have your phone with you.” She grabbed the baseball bat that was next to his glove in the corner of the room and hurried to the top of the stairs.

The only noise she heard was the sound of Jack’s soft feet coming up behind her. Glancing back, she shook her head sharply and brought her finger up to her lips.

She crept halfway down the stairs, and with the illumination of the night light, she could easily see that there was no one in her living room and her front window had not been disturbed. The sound she had heard came from the front of the house, so her mind flew to George. Running to her window, she peeked through the curtain and saw taillights moving down the street rapidly.

“Mom, what is it?” Jack whispered from the top of the steps.

Turning to look up at him, she said, “I heard glass breaking from the front. I want to go check on George to make sure he’s okay. You stay there, just like before, and I’ll let you know if you should call someone.”

With her hand on the doorknob, she peeked through her security hole and saw nothing. Still, she opened the door with caution, but no one was there. As soon as she stepped outside and turned toward George’s front door, it was evident that it was his house that had been attacked. His front window was broken, and light was coming from his house.

Without hesitation, she ran the few feet back into her house, looked up at Jack, and yelled, “Call 9-1-1 again.” Hurrying to retrace her steps, she pounded on George’s door, crying out his name. Moving to the broken window, she reached through the jagged hole in the glass, careful not to cut herself, and pulled back the curtain so that she could see in. The light she had been able to see was actually flames.

“George! George!” she continued to scream, but no answer came in return. Realizing he may have taken something to help him sleep, she turned and ran back into her side of the duplex, yelling up to Jack that there was a fire next door. She raced to her kitchen and shoved her bare feet into her rubber garden boots, grabbing her leather garden gloves at the same time. She raced back through the house, out the front door, and to the front of George’s duplex. Grabbing the chair he often sat in, she slammed it through the broken

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