Short Excerpt

    She slowed. The headlights hadn’t flashed when she’d hit the button to unlock the truck. Crap. She wasn’t tall enough to reach the engine to check the battery without help. Frustration bubbled up her throat. She really needed to get rid of the truck. Sliding her phone from her slacks, she scrolled to Easton Ford’s name to call for an assist. He was tall enough to reach under the hood. And if he wasn’t, she’d have to wait until the auto parts store opened in the morning. There went her shift. “Damn it.”

    She hit dial and brought the phone to her ear.

    An all-too-familiar crack of a bullet pierced through the night.

    A split second before pain and a solid wall of muscle tackled her to the asphalt.