When a Man Loves a Weapon by Causey Toni McGee

Author:Causey, Toni McGee [Causey, Toni McGee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance Suspense
ISBN: 9780312358518
Publisher: St. Martin's
Published: 2009-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

“I’m sorry, Governor, but the military will not call up an entire SEAL team just to deal with one woman. No, sir, no matter how much you cry.”

—Gubernatorial assistant Gina Tallent

Seventeen

She’d missed. Bobbie Faye gaped at the kid, who was writhing on the ground, his shoulder bloody. He was very much alive. Because she’d missed her intended target.

She’d been off by a slight nudge to the right. And the bullet had sliced through the column—apparently made of Sheetrock and wood—which deflected it down and into the kid’s shoulders instead of being the head shot she’d intended.

The last time she’d missed by that much . . . well, she couldn’t remember the last time. She shot nearly every damned day for the last twelve years at the firing range. Give or take a day or two in the hospital.

Maybe Riles didn’t maintain his guns like he should. Maybe the sight was off.

Yeah, right. He was a sniper. He lived and breathed gun maintenance. Hell, knowing Riles, he probably farted gun maintenance.

Maybe she was losing her control, her edge.

Then again, maybe the Universe was finally relenting just a tad, just a smidgeon, and taking her off its shit list.

With a glance, Riles stopped her from going to the moaning, groaning, whining kid and reminded her that there was still another of Sean’s men inside, the other “paramedic.”

“I just saved your life,” she pointed out when he hadn’t said anything. “Again.”

“Are we supposed to bond now?”

“I think I’ve met my minimum daily requirement for Hell, thank you.”

“I’m shot over ’ere,” the kid yelled. “Do somethin’!”

Bobbie Faye and Riles couldn’t risk stepping out from their protected position—Riles had chosen a spot mostly inaccessible to shots from other angles inside the barn. Someone would have to come right up on top of them—the way the kid had—to get a decent shot. She had to give Riles kudos for their relatively safe position. Although, if she’d put Riles on the kudos/demerit system, he’d be rivaling the national debt right now.

“Where’s your friend?” she asked the kid.

“I don’t know,” he whimpered. He was sprawled behind the column, which blocked her view of most of his body. “He’s gone.”

“Yeah, and I’m a fairy princess,” she said, “who’s going to pop another one into your ass if you don’t talk.” Her hands shook. She hid them from Riles.

The kid went back to moaning and crying, and she heard a low bird call from somewhere to their right, over by the back door of the barn where they’d originally entered, and Riles gave three taps against the wall and grinned.

Trevor must be back. That meant he was safe. Except for maybe the second moron tooling around inside the barn. She figured the whole code thing with Riles was Spec Ops talk for “bad guy inside, watch your ass.”

Trevor was back. She sat down on the floor, trying to hide the shaking. She just wanted to go home. . . .

Right. No home to go to.

“Chicken Foot,” Riles said, watching for

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