Page 112 of Violent Little Thing

I leaned into him, went up onto my tiptoes, and said, “Okay, so to who and how?”

His grin was wicked. “You’re never going to believe this but…Olive.”

I blinked. “Olive?”

“She wants to stick it to her ex-husband. Plus, she’s bored. She wants to find something to do. This is it.”

I shook my head. “She’s hated these sports teams since they came into her life. They were what broke up her family!”

“Did you know that the sports teams were originally hers?”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

“Her parents owned it in the beginning. She’s only interested in the Condors, though.”

“Well, who are we going to sell the Cowgirls to?” I wondered.

He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen counter, where he placed me next to the sink.

He got himself a cup of coffee then leaned his hip against the edge of the counter.

“I have two people interested,” he said. “I…”

A hand slammed down on the glass behind my head, and I jolted, turning.

It happened so fast that I didn’t have time to prepare.

One second Court was standing there, and the next he had a gun in his hand, and he was firing.

Not before he took my face and shoved it into his neck.

His hand covered the back of my head and neck, and then glass was shattering.

He twisted me off the counter at the last second, and the bark of his gun was loud despite my head being covered by his hand.

The silence was deafening in the following seconds.

“What…” I breathed. “Was that?”

“Chris,” he said simply.

I swallowed hard. “You shot a hole through the window.”

Let alone killed a man.

But that wasn’t something that I cared too much about.

In the grand scheme of things, that was the least of our worries.

I was deposited back on the counter, and then Court took a sip of his coffee he’d just poured.

“Um,” I said. “Are we needing to contact the authorities?”

That’s when the alarm started to go off, indicating that the glass had broken on the window.

“We’ll let the alarm do it.”

Four hours later, we had a new kitchen window, and all the blood had been washed off the porch.