Page 51 of Lone Star Target

Deanna shook her head. “Please. You have to save me,” she begged.

Just as the Hummer driver drove forward.

That got Deanna letting out another shriek and moving quickly away from the SUV. Good thing, too, because the front of the Hummer slammed into Jace’s vehicle.

Both Jace and she had on their seatbelts, but the impact from the bigger vehicle gave them a jolt, causing their seatbelts to vise over their bodies.

The impact also set off the airbags.

The engine continued to run so the Hummer hadn’t disabled the SUV. Thank God for that, but because of the airbags, Kit could no longer see out the windshield. However, she heard the revving of an engine and realized the Hummer was coming at them again.

“Stay put,” Jace said, drawing his gun and shoving open his door. He stayed in the SUV but leaned out.

Kit knew what he was going to do—fire into the windshield of the Hummer to stop the driver from trying to kill them. That was their best chance of surviving this. But still, it could be a deadly move.

Because there might be someone else in the Hummer who could shoot Jace.

With the Hummer engine revving, Jace took aim, but before he could fire, there was some movement to his left.

A blur of motion.

Kit caught just a glimpse of a hand. And the stun gun. Before the person jammed it against Jace’s neck.

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Chapter Eighteen

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Jace felt the stun gun glance off the back of his neck. Not full-on contact with his skin but it was more than enough to cause the pain to shoot through him.

God-awful pain that tore through his entire body.

His muscles contracted, hard and fast. He lost all control. Of his hands.

Of his gun.

Kit, he shouted in his mind. If he was out of the picture, and he clearly was, then she could be killed.

Jace tried to lift his arm and elbow his attacker. An attacker he couldn’t even see. But he tried to aim anyway.

And he failed.

He cursed himself for letting this happen, and he tried once again to move. This time, he managed it. Then, Jace realized he wasn’t the one responsible for the movement.

Kit was.

She’d latched onto his shoulder and was dragging him across the seat toward her. Away from the attacker. Away from the window. Once she had some space to maneuver, she reached over and yanked the door closed and locked it.

“You’re all right,” she muttered though her voice let him know that was a big-assed lie. She was trembling and probably scared, but he thought he saw some anger on her face, too.

“Deanna,” Kit said like profanity.

Jace still couldn’t move, and his vision was blurred, but he finally saw the woman right next to the SUV’s window. It was Deanna all right. And she looked seriously pissed. At the moment, she definitely wasn’t going with that damsel in distress act that she’d been pulling just minutes earlier.

Deanna tossed the stun gun aside and lifted a real gun.

“You idiot,” Deanna snarled. “Why can’t you just make this easy and die?”

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