The Last Resort by Janice Kay Johnson

Author:Janice Kay Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-09-10T21:01:14+00:00

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FOLLOWING ORDERS, SPENCER drove around behind the lodge to the sturdy outbuilding that served as their armory. It was a natural. Constructed of logs, too, it appeared to have been added some years after the lodge and cabins had been built, which meant it was solid. Even the shake roof was in good shape. Mostly empty when they first opened it up, it had held only a few chainsaws, a heavy-duty weed whacker, assorted hand tools and an old Jeep with a custom-mounted snowplow. A quiet guy named Jason Shedd had given the Jeep a lube job and oil change, replaced a few belts and gotten the thing running. It was too small to be of much use, but Spencer figured you never knew. He’d been thinking a lot about that Jeep in recent days. The key hung on a string from a nail just inside the rusting steel garage-style door.

The trick was that a heavy hasp and padlock on the door ensured it could only be opened by Higgs, a fact that pissed off some of the men. The ones who’d begun to question his leadership.

Spencer really wanted to get his hands on that key.

Now he backed the Suburban up to the outbuilding door, set the emergency brake and turned off the ignition.

“I’ll look inside and see if anyone’s there to help us unload,” he said, careful to betray none of the edginess he felt.

“Do that.” Higgs reached for the door handle.

Spencer crossed the twenty-five yards to the back door into the lodge with long strides. His nerves had been buzzing since they left this morning. Pretending he was unconcerned had taken everything he had. There wouldn’t be any relief for him until he saw Leah unhurt, safe.

The unlocked door opened into a mudroom and then the kitchen. Lisa and Jennifer hovered just outside the entry into the pantry, their anxiety palpable.

His heart lurched. Ignoring them, he walked quietly to the swinging door that stood open.

Before he reached it, voices came to him.

“I’ll wait.” Joe Osenbrock. His voice turned vicious. “But, sweetheart, I’ll win. I know better than him how to treat a woman.”

“Gee, that might be why you’re so desperate,” Leah said flippantly.

Spencer hoped no one else heard the slight tremor in her voice.

One part of his tension abated. She was still on her feet swinging, which meant she had to be all right.

The ugly epithet from Joe sent Spencer into another state of being, one all too familiar. He felt...very little. Combat ready, he walked into the dining room just as something big crashed.

On the far side of the table, Joe must have just picked up and thrown one of the long benches. He stood above it with his teeth showing, breathing hard, face flushed with rage.

Only a few feet from Spencer, her back to him, Leah faced Joe...as did three men, all in battle stance, hands hovering over their guns.

Voice arctic, Spencer announced his presence. “Seems I missed some excitement.”

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