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On the Run with the Lawman

Written by Delores Fossen

Chapter Two

Cassie tried to stop her hands from shaking, but she failed. Unlike Pete. No shaky hands for him. Just the surprised look that riffled through his smoky gray eyes.

Then, the anger.

Of course, there was always plenty of anger and bad blood whenever Pete and she crossed paths, but this had a raw, dangerous edge to it. And it probably confirmed to him that he'd been a fool to ever get involved with her in the first place.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped.

She was doing what was necessary to survive. Something Cassie didn't have the time to explain to Pete right now. The warrant was proof that someone was trying to get to her.

And maybe already had.

Pete didn't draw his weapon. Didn't show any signs of surrender, either, though he did keep his attention nailed to her when she made her way to the front window and glanced out.

"Did anyone follow you here?" she asked.

Pete looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. Cursed. "No. But I'm guessing this sudden bout of paranoia has to do with the money laundering charges?"

She nodded. Well, at least it had something to do with the person responsible for those charges, and that person or his hired thugs might be waiting nearby to see how all of this was going to play out.

"Did you see anyone by the garage when you drove up?" she pressed.

"No. The garage door was closed."

Good. Cassie volleyed glances between Pete and the road in front of her house. Other than Pete's cruiser and her car, there were no other vehicles. That didn't mean someone hadn't made their way there on foot.

"Why'd you do it? Why'd you get involved with money laundering?" Pete demanded. His attention wasn't on her but rather on her gun. He kept his narrowed eyes pinned to it.

"I didn't." Though Cassie doubted he believed her, and she didn't have time to try to convince him otherwise. "Give me your handcuffs. When I'm away from Sweetwater Springs, I'll call the sheriff and tell him you're here so he can free you."

Pete gave her a flat look, and if he was the least bit afraid that he was being held at gunpoint, he sure didn't show it. "You think you're going to cuff me?"

Before Cassie could confirm that was indeed her plan, Pete lunged at her. So fast that she didn't see it coming. He was tall and lanky, but he plowed into her, sending them both to the floor. Hard. So hard that it knocked the breath right out of her. While she was gasping and sputtering for air, he knocked the gun from her hand and sent it skittering across the floor.

Pete dropped down on top of her, pinned her arms and got right in her face. Now, there was more emotion—all venomous—and he had to get his teeth unclenched before he could speak.

"Start talking," he demanded, "and you'd better have a damn good explanation for what you just tried to pull."

Cassie had an explanation, but it wasn't going to help ease any of his anger. Just the opposite. Pete would hate her even more if he knew the truth, but it wouldn't be any more than she hated herself.

"I can't have you involved in this," she said, knowing it wasn't much of an answer. Or one that he would accept.

He stared at her. Or rather glared. And he was clearly waiting for a whole lot more than she could give him. However, his gaze drifted lower to where their bodies were pressed against each other. Despite the circumstances of the contact, it was a reminder for Cassie of the intense heat that'd once been between them.

Heat that was apparently still there on Pete's part, too.

Pete cursed, moved off her and got them to their feet. He reached for his cuffs on the back of his jeans. However, the slash of light outside the window stopped him cold. Not from a car but rather from someone carrying a flashlight. Cassie caught just a glimpse of the two men before Pete yanked her away from the window.

"Anyone you know?" Pete asked.

Cassie shook her head, tried to rein in her fear. She failed at that as well. "No. But whoever it is has probably come here to kill me."

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