“You’re not taking care of this alone,” Collier said. “We’vegot this. And you can’t tell me otherwise. You’re not my boss anymore, remember? Besides, that impounded truck I borrowed is blocking the driveway. We go together or you don’t go at all.”
Collier ran to where he’d parked and hopped in the driver’s seat. “You coming or not?” he yelled out the window.
Beau ran after him. As soon as he hopped in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, the truck bounced up and down. He looked at Collier, then they both turned and looked over their shoulders.
Sierra was in the truck bed, holding a sawed-off shotgun.
Definitelynotlegal. Where the heck had she gotten it from to have grabbed it so quickly? Did she hide guns all over the yard, under the bushes? Maybe that was the kind of training the daughter of a crime boss received while other daughters were getting their nails done and going shopping.
“Get out,” Beau yelled through the window.
“I can either ride with you or I’ll follow in my Jeep,” she yelled back.
Collier laughed. “She’s got a point.”
“Aw, hell. Just go.”
Collier shoved the truck in Reverse.
Chapter Six
Beau braced his hands on the truck’s dash as it skidded to a halt on the gravel road in front of his driveway.
“Are youtryingto throw her out of the truck bed?” he demanded.
“Sorry. Guess I was going a little too fast.”
“No kidding.”
They both turned to check on Sierra. The truck bed was empty. Panic had Beau throwing open the door and jumping out to scan the road, worried he’d see her crumpled body because of Collier’s deplorable driving skills.
He saw her body, all right. But she hadn’t fallen out of the truck. She was jogging into the trees, her sawed-off shotgun slung over her shoulder.
“What the—Sierra, get back here.” He took off after her, not waiting for Collier.
For such a small woman, she sure was fast and surprisingly quiet as she made her way toward his cabin. He didn’t catch up to her until she was about to step into the clearing in front of the porch, not far from his massive woodpile.
He clapped a hand over her mouth and jerked her back into the cover of trees before anyone in the house might see her.
She bit him.
He jerked his hand back. “You little—I can’t believe you did that.” He turned his hand back and forth looking at it.
“I didn’t break the skin. You’ll survive. Don’t ever put your hand over my mouth and manhandle me again. I won’t stand for it.”
He flexed his bruised hand. “Noted. Never mind that I was trying to save your life.”
“I’ve got a pretty significant weapon on me capable of inflicting major damage. I can take care of myself. And we’re wasting time hiding in the bushes.” She ran around him and entered the clearing.
“Sierra, stop,” he called out.
Bam! Bam!Bullets strafed the dirt inches from her feet.
Beau grabbed her around the waist and whirled around, firing the .357 Magnum toward his house to cover them as he yanked her behind a tree.
Collier dropped to a knee beside them. “Where did those shots come from?”
“The far right corner. My bedroom. The window’s open. One of them must have seen Genius here when she offered herself up for target practice.”
