Loving Baby. Tyler Anne Snell

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СКАЧАТЬ seen her friend Melanie do the same thing the previous summer on a dare. It was a scary drop, but as long as she tucked her legs in and held her nose, she’d be fine. But Melanie had told Suzy that the real secret was in knowing you’d be fine before you ever did it. Confidence was key, she’d said.

      Now, no longer a teen trying to impress a boy, Suzy realized that the key had never been confidence. It had been youthful stupidity.

      And, boy, did she feel stupid jumping off a house in an attempt to hit the back of a truck with a nine-or ten-foot drop in between the two.

      She felt a slight fizzle of confidence spring up when James hit his target and none of his bones snapped in half. At least, none that she heard.

      James landed in the truck bed on his feet, and a second later he was out and over the side. The moment he flung open the driver’s-side door, Suzy held her breath and followed.

      If she hadn’t abandoned her high heels in the attic, she was certain her ankles would have twisted something awful. As it was, when her feet connected with the metal, a jarring jolt of pain radiated up through her. However, nothing felt terribly wrong. Though she was sure she’d be feeling it the next morning.

      That was, if they made it to the next morning.

      It wasn’t like two full-grown adults landing in the back of a pickup were exactly quiet. If the gunmen hadn’t already left wherever they’d been seeking cover when she’d shot at them, they’d leave soon to find them.

      On cue, a man yelled from inside of the house. “They’re outside!”

      Suzy was whirling around, trying to get James’s status on driving them away, when the engine roared to life. She barely had time to drop into a crouch and grab the side of the truck bed before the tires were kicking up dirt and rock.

      The window between the cab and the back slid open just as two men ran out into the night.

      “Hang on there!” James yelled through the window. The truck accelerating threw Suzy even more off balance. She slid down. More ripping sounds let her know Mara’s dress was tearing again. It sure wasn’t made for the field.

      A familiar bang cut through the night. One of the men stood defiantly in the backyard with his gun out, but his face, as well as his aim, was becoming obscured by the distance and night. It was easy to hit a house. Not so much a moving target.

      Which told Suzy these men might be familiar with guns, but they weren’t pros.

      “You okay?” James called. He didn’t let up on the gas pedal as he took a left, putting them back on the road. Suzy was flung to the side.

      “If they don’t kill me, your driving might!”

      Through the chaos that had turned into Suzy’s evening, she heard James Callahan howl in laughter. Despite everything, it made her smile.

      But it didn’t last long. A pair of headlights raced onto the road behind them.

      “They’re following us!” she yelled.

      “Might be time to get in here, then!”

      Suzy eyed the window opening and did some quick math. She was a slim woman, thanks to the job and the need to stay in shape that came with it, but her part-Hispanic heritage had graced her with hips on the wide size, just like her mother. The pickup wasn’t old, but it wasn’t brand-spanking-new, either. Its window wasn’t made for a grown woman to slide through and into the cab. Actually, it was a surprise the millionaire was driving this dinky truck rather than some sports car or hopped-up truck with a lift kit.

      “I don’t think I can fit,” she said. “The window is too small.”

      James didn’t turn his attention away from the windshield. The headlights were bouncing in front of them as the tires ran across the same holes that had prompted James to hold her down earlier.

      “Simmons, you just jumped out of an attic vent and into a truck. You can manage this window!”

      Suzy glanced over her shoulder at the approaching vehicle. It was too close. If she got stuck, then she’d be one easy target.

      “There’s no time!”

      She pulled out her phone. She should have called the department when they were in the attic, but she hadn’t wanted to give their hiding spot away.

      “Here!”

      Suzy turned in time to see James passing her a present.

      It was a gun.

      A loaded gun.

      “You know the saying ‘it’s like shooting fish in a barrel’?” he asked.

      “Yeah?”

      James turned to give her a quick look. He was smirking.

      And, boy, she couldn’t stop the thought that it made him look delicious from crossing her mind.

      “You’re the fish in this scenario,” he said. “So make sure you don’t let them get near the barrel!”

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