Page 20 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

He did and drove down the street at a ripping top speed of twenty miles per hour.

“Nice town.” His flat tone told her he had a different opinion.

“It is, very nice.” She tried to sound happy, but her vocal cords had other ideas, tightening up on the last word. Mocking it.

“Except for the fact that someone tried to kill you.”

“We don’t know that I was the target. I could have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Huh uh, and the whiskey drinking homeless guy.”

“He’s not drunkallthe time.”

“Oh?”

“No, he’s just well...pickled.”

Smitty snorted. “Let’s not forget the town doctor who also likes to fish with dynamite instead of a rod.” His tone was so dry it made her laugh.

“What can I say, I prefer to pitch rather than catch.”

He glanced at her with his eyebrows high. “How hard is it to use a rod?”

That was the wrong question to ask her. “I don’t have much experience with rods.”

The pause following that statement was a little bit pregnant. “Want to borrow mine?”

Chapter Five

“This conversation hastaken a dangerous turn,” Abby said. “I’d normally have a witty comeback, but my brain is busy playing drums on the inside of my skull.”

“How about you tell me why you’re playing with explosives?” Smitty suggested.

“Sure, as soon as you tell me why you’re really here in Bandit Creek.”

“I told you, the mayor hired me to keep you out of trouble, specifically the kind of trouble one might have if they’ve developed a sudden need to blow things up.”

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