Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Rain runs down my nose, across my lips and into the valley between my breasts. In other words it awful.
I’ve got to take cover. But I refuse to get in the truck the men who attacked us drove.
I just won’t.
And the plane gives me the creeps. I mean we almost died in there. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to fly home to Florida when this job is over.
I’ll have to go by boat. Who cares if it takes weeks and I have to sleep in the cargo hold?
I squint through the rain and spot a small building at the end of the runway. The far end.
I’m not great with estimating distances but the only place in sight is at least a half mile away.
Dropping my head, I tug up the hood of the borrowed coat that I didn’t return. The one that smells like cedar and sex appeal.
Oh god. I did not just think that!
Trudging through the deep puddles, I count to five hundred, just so my mind does not have time to think about Scout’s gigantic hands around my waist.
Hot, strong, massive hands.
Seriously, how can I even think about the opposite sex with any level of interest after what my ex did to me?
My ovaries are stupid.
By the time I get to the small metal building, I’m irritated and exhausted and desperate to find shelter from the storm.
I’m also more than a little ticked at Mother Nature for both the weird hormonal reaction I’m having to Scout and the unrelenting rain.
Give a girl a break, for god’s sake.
But alas, no break for me. The door is locked.
After trying the knob a few times, I make a very unladylike growl at the door. “Seriously, couldn’t you just be unlocked and make this easy for me?”
When there’s no divine answer, I start looking around for a rock.
Who knows, maybe a fairy will have left me a key.
Or maybe… I’m going to bust the stupid window out of that door.
No cop would ever arrest me for breaking in after the night I have had.
When I finally spot a rock that is the size of a very large, size fifteen running shoe, I know I’ve hit pay dirt. My brother’s shoes are fifteens. Scout’s looked bigger.
Stop! Stop. Stop. Big hands and big feet do not mean anything to me. Nothing. Less than nothing .
I pick up the rock, testing its weight in my rain-soaked, shriveled-up hands. Yep, this should do.
Hurrying back to the door, I look around one last time. I’m not sure why, because no one is here. They all left. But the good girl in me makes me feel seriously reckless right now.
Get over it. There’s no stopping me now. I’m going to grow gills and get hypothermia if I don’t get out of this weather.
Plus, there could be a vending machine inside. Please, let there be . Me and my rock are going to have a party.
I raise it over my shoulder and stumble back. Oh. It’s really heavy. That’s not going to work.
I swing it to the side and rock back and forth. Okay, this is better. Like a two handed lob. Baseball bat style.
“One. Two… Three!”
The rock leaves my hand, sails through the air and crashes into the door…
And falls to the ground. Without hitting the glass.
“Shit!”
My mother would be totally mortified if she saw me right now.
Elenor Kane would wiggle her prim self over and swat me on the ass for cursing like she did when I was a five year old and Griff thought it was funny to teach me all the wrong words.
“Well guess what, Mom!” I shout at no one. “I’m over it. I’m done! I’ve had the worst day ever.”
I grab the rock and hurl it at the door at the exact moment a bolt of lightning hits the building.