Mission: Marriage: Bulletproof Marriage. Lyn Stone

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      The shooting stopped—Sean could only guess the gunman had heard the sirens, too, and was calculating how long he had before he needed to escape.

      More confident now, Sean moved closer. He’d fitted his Glock with a silencer, which would do the job nicely if he had to take out an enemy. Though he’d rather capture the guy and question him. With the police on their way, that might not be possible.

      Right now what mattered was keeping Natalie safe.

      Rounding the corner, Sean stopped. A long, open stretch lay between his building and the next. No way was he going out there blind, making himself a perfect target.

      The wail of the sirens grew louder.

      A shadow moved.

      Sean raised his gun.

      Natalie jumped up and began running toward him.

      His heart stopped.

      Then, knowing he had no choice, he jumped out into the open, both to cover her and, he hoped, distract the shooter.

      When she reached him, she knocked him back around the side of the building. “What do you think you’re doing?”

      “Shhh.” Listening for more shots, he heard only the rapidly approaching sirens. “He’s gone. We’ve got to get back to our room.”

      Though her gaze shot daggers, she didn’t argue. Together, they ran, keeping close to the wall.

      Another shadow.

      “Get down,” he shouted, just before the shooter again opened fire.

      She dropped like a rock. Sean felt a searing heat right above his cast. “Damn it,” he cursed.

      Rat-ta-tat-tat. And again. The sirens were closer still. Again the shooting stopped.

      “What’s wrong?” Natalie asked, her eyes and gun trained in the direction of the gunman.

      “I’m hit.”

      “Where?”

      “The leg.”

      Natalie was beside him. “Cover me.” Then she was tearing her shirt to make a tourniquet on his leg. A rapidly spreading crimson stain showed the wound right above his walking cast, as he’d suspected.

      “You’re determined to lose that leg, aren’t you?” she muttered. “Come on. We’ve got to get out of here.”

      “Can’t.” Perspiration ran from his forehead into his eyes.

      She muttered a string of curse words strong enough to make a sailor blush.

      “What the hell were you doing out here anyway?” he asked.

      “I needed a walk,” she growled, her expression daring him to say anything.

      “A walk.” He stared, wondering if he’d ever really known her. The Natalie he’d known and loved wouldn’t have left him to go for a walk.

      “We’ve got to go. Now.” She grabbed his arm.

      “No.” He jerked away. “I’ll do it on my own. You’re not strong enough.”

      “Been there, done that. I got you out from under a ton of concrete, didn’t I?”

      “Blind luck.”

      Another round of gunfire. More smoke. He swore.

      Who was this psycho? They didn’t know and had no time to find out. Again he cursed his clumsiness.

      “Blind luck, my ass. Try blind skill.” This time, when she grabbed him, he didn’t resist. Half tugging, half shoving, she got him moved to the limited shelter provided by a Dumpster trash bin. His eyes drifted closed. Shaking his head, he tried to keep them open. “Let’s go.”

      “Stay conscious. Sean, you’ve got to stay with me.”

      “Why?”

      The question appeared to blindside her. “Because,” she told him fiercely. “This isn’t the way you want to go out.”

      “True. But it’s taking all I have to stay conscious. So tell me, Super-spy. Now what?”

      “Usually I have backup or radios or one of a hundred tricks a well-equipped spy has at her disposal.” She snorted. “I’m guessing there’s no use looking toward the sky for a James Bond-style helicopter to magically appear and rescue us, right?”

      The fact that she could joke in such a tense situation made him attempt a smile. “Let’s move.”

      They made it to the next building without incident, huddling under the small portico over a back door, protected a bit by metal trash cans.

      “Listen,” Sean said. They both heard the sharp click as the shooter reloaded. Any second now, he’d squeeze off another volley of shots.

      Heart in his throat, Sean tensed. He’d been away from this game far too long.

      “Is he following us?” Natalie whispered.

      “You broke protocol,” Sean suddenly told her, fiercely. “I thought you were a professional.”

      “I am. I—”

      “Professionals don’t leave without telling their partner. You could have gotten us both killed.”

      “Stop, Sean.” She glared at him. “I screwed up, true. I’m sorry. But this shooter was obviously heading for our B and B. I surprised him out in the open, before he was ready. He could have cut us down in our sleep. So part of this worked out for the good.”

      Attempting a nod, he sucked in his breath instead. He didn’t know how much farther he could go. His strength ebbed out of him with every breath.

      “How—” He couldn’t finish.

      “How did he find us? I don’t know. Maybe we need to do a sweep for bugs.”

      Another series of shots. Several rounds cut a wide swath through the metal trash bins.

      “Too close. Run,” he gasped. “Go. Save yourself.”

      “No.” She prodded him forward.

      Assess. The. Situation. She wouldn’t leave him. Nor he her, he knew. Never. His life wouldn’t be worth living if he lost her again. Result. He had to save himself, and, in doing so, save her.

      The sirens were nearly upon them. Somehow, he had to get them to safety. No way could they attempt to explain to local authorities what had happened here.

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