Twisted Shadows by Potter Patricia;

Author:Potter, Patricia;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media Romance

eighteen

Sam could hardly breathe from the pressure of Nick’s body. She felt numb, then a burning pain in her arm.

She heard a yell, more gunshots, then the roar of an engine and the screeching of tires.

Silence. A deadly, still silence.

Heavy breathing above her. A curse. The weight left her.

“Nick,” she whispered.

“I’m all right,” he said.

She struggled to sit. Her entire body was sore from the impact on concrete. He was bleeding again, but she saw it was from the earlier injury. Then she looked down at her arm. A large wooden splinter protruded.

She looked at it, her mind in turmoil, her senses still ringing with noise and dulled by the smell and sight of blood.

“Are you all right?”

A voice. Not Nick’s. She looked up. Nathan McLean stood there, a gun in his hand.

“I’m not sure,” she said, ashamed that her voice seemed to waver.

She watched as Nick stood unsteadily. The bandage and sling were bright red, as was her blouse.

“Nick?” she asked. “Were you hit?”

“No major harm done,” he said. “Just opened up the wound.” He ignored McLean and pulled out the splinter, then pressed a handkerchief against her arm.

McLean appeared to be doing a quick visual survey of the area. The car with the shooters was long gone. His gaze stopped at the door.

“The bullets were high,” he said. “And low. You were lucky they were such bad shots. If,” he said, “they were.”

He took the handkerchief from her arm and looked at the gash. “It’ll need stitches. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

Nick shook his head. “It will take too long. I’ll call my doctor. He’s a block away. How did you happen to be here?”

“I thought she might need a little more protection than you could provide.” Nate paused. “I hit their windshield. Maybe more.”

“You appear at very convenient times,” Nick observed. “Perhaps you think that this could scare my sister into helping you.”

She heard what both were saying. The FBI agent had noted the attackers were poor shots, obviously implying that it was staged. Her brother was likewise accusing Nate of having some kind of involvement, perhaps setting up the attack so that she would want protection.

They both claimed they were protecting her.

Nick was right. McLean always was conveniently close.

She stepped away from both of them. The pain in her arm was intensifying and she knew she needed those stitches.

She also knew she had to get the hell out of Dodge before one—or both—of these two men destroyed her. Her purse was upstairs, and her luggage. Her credit cards.

She heard the sirens. Someone must have heard the shots, or McLean himself had called it in.

She didn’t stay. She whirled around, ran inside and grabbed her credit cards and money, stuffing them in pockets. Not wanting to deal with either man right now, she grabbed a towel and escaped through the back way. She had to leave before the police tried to detain her.

She wanted home.

She wanted familiarity.

She wanted to feel safe again.

Foolish, maybe, but at the moment she felt safer on her own than with either of the men at the front of the house.

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