Page 2 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

The drunks are back on their feet as I’m starting the truck, and they bang on my door as I floor the gas.

With a squeal and spray of dirt, my tires bite and I take off down the highway, leaving the roadhouse behind us.

“Okay, mister, I saved your life,” I mutter. “You want to tell me where I can drop your handsome hide?”

There’s no answer.

I grab his wrist to make sure his pulse is strong—the full extent of my first aid knowledge, so I’m glad it is—and then I grimly start to think about what my options are for hiding an accidentally kidnapped cowboy.

CHAPTER 2

ZANE

My head is fucking killing me.

“Hey, are you awake?”

I’m not sure, but if I have the choice, I’d rather not be. It hurts to even think about opening my eyes.

What the hell kind of punch did that guy land on me? I can take a hit. I’ve taken plenty over the years.

This is it, I think grimly.This is how I go.

“Maybe I should’ve left you in the truck.” There’s that voice again. It’s soft, but full of steel. And a touch of desperation.

Wait, I know that voice. It’s the angel who came for me at the roadhouse brawl. The woman who looks like my future children.

So I guess heaven is a…

I blink my eyes open.

Heaven is a motel room that hasn’t been updated since the 1970s?

That’s probably not right.

“Oh my God, you’reawake,” the angel says in a relieved gush.

I twist my head and find her perched on the bed beside me, a girl half my age and half my size.

Very human.

No wings, no halo.

I’m alive.

And I’m in an unknown secondary location with a girl half my age. Oh shit.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, pushing to my feet.

She jumps off the bed with more agility than I can even imagine having right now. “What are you doing?”

“Where the hell am I?” I spin around, and the room spins, too.Fuck.

She gets in front of me, all five-and-a-quarter feet of her, and she pushes me back onto the bed.

Maybe she drugged me.

“Don’t touch me,” I manage to blurt out before passing out again.

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