Page 154 of Hard to Hold
A pounding on the front door had me damn near coming out of my skin.
“Reagan! Open the goddamn door!”
Lynx?
What the fuck?
With the gun still at the ready, I moved closer to the door. “What do you want?”
“You to answer the goddamn phone,” he yelled back.
Okay, so it was definitely Lynx. I'd ignored at least one of his calls, and I figured the others had been from him, too.
Reaching over, I flipped the lock, then took a step back, the shotgun still aimed at center mass.
The knob turned and the door opened a fraction of an inch.
Taking a deep breath of relief, I lowered the gun. “Why the hell’d you try to break in?” I questioned, pissed that he’d do something so freaking stupid.
He frowned. “What are you talkin’ about?”
“The lock.” I nodded toward the door.
Lynx glanced down and studied the brass deadbolt.
“Fuck. Come on. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
“Why? What happened?”
“I’ll fill you in on the way out. Keep the gun with you. Let’s go.”
Lynx Caine could be a world-class asshole, but he wasn’t the type to order me around unless he felt it was necessary.
And that was the only reason I followed him out the door and into the night.
Without a lick of makeup on.
Kelly
I watched from the shadows as the oversized tattooed cowboy took the brunette out to his truck.
My heart was slamming against my ribs, the adrenaline making my dick hard.
That had been damn close.
Too close.
If it hadn’t been for the roar of that damn engine, I would’ve been a sitting duck when that asshole showed up.
But I was so close.
Taking a deep breath, I stood from the shadows when the headlights turned and aimed in the opposite direction. They were leaving.
Good.
That would give me time to come up with a plan. One that would eliminate Amy once and for all. Shit. I'd already gone too far, taking out Jo, but the woman had been a menace. She shouldn’t have stuck her nose in my business.
Thankfully, she was no longer a threat.
