Ranger Protector by Angi Morgan

Author:Angi Morgan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-10-13T18:39:43+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Megan stayed put. She didn’t have much cop experience to go on. She’d only been in a patrol car a short time. But she did have her father’s training embedded in her DNA. If there was one thing she’d learned about a dangerous situation, it was that there could only be one leader.

She might disagree with Jack, but he was the one with the gun and the plan. He was outside, which was an advantage. He probably had more details about these men than she did crouched down behind a granite counter.

Even the granite island didn’t protect her completely. Everything reflected in this house of glass. The man who stumbled found his way to the main door. He tested the knob.

Megan slipped the laptop shoulder strap off. She gripped the fireplace poker with both hands and waited.

The door being kicked in echoed everywhere. She was sure everyone sneaking through the woods heard it. Still bent behind the island, she went to the end, watching the guy in the window reflection. One man ran toward her, gun out, yelling. When he was two steps from her, she stood and swung the fireplace poker with all her might, hitting the hot grease pot onto the man’s middle.

The gun flew. The man screamed. This time in pain and retreat out the door he’d entered.

Megan stayed behind the island and used the poker to grab the gun and stuck it in her laptop bag. She slipped the strap back over her head, ready to leave.

The back doorknob moved. She wouldn’t allow herself to panic. She watched, listened, tried to stop the rush of adrenaline from taking control of her nerves.

“Megan. You okay?”

Jack!

He didn’t have a key. She slid across the tile floor, unsure about what to do. Open or not? Did they have a gun to his head? And if they did, would she let him be shot to save her own life?

Staying out of the line of vision through the front windows, she scooted to where the door would be in front of her. She turned the dead bolt, then the knob, then raised the poker, ready to clobber the next enemy. The door opened, and Jack rolled through.

“Five men—or four and one woman. Some are the same I spied at the diner,” he panted, catching his breath. “Main roads and driveway are covered. All but one are still about two hundred yards away from the house.”

“And the one who broke the front door?”

“Unconscious.” He held up a hand radio and smiled.

“Looks like we’ll need to split the cleaning bill. Sorry ’bout the mess.”

“Not a problem. They’re understanding...friends. We need to move. Looks like you’re ready.”

“You’re the slowpoke.”

“Right. I forgot.” He crouched, hand on the door, ready to open it for them to leave.

“Just think, less than an hour ago, you were cooking with a towel.” She laughed.

“Yeah, the timing hasn’t been missed by me.” He turned the knob, waiting. “Remember, there are three steps down. Stick close to the side of the house.

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