Page 21 of Fatal Love
Connor handed her a crackling thunder string. “Which is exactly what our attackers don’t want. We can hope they try to take off.”
Hunter stared toward the road. “I’ll have the van disabled before they can.”
Connor and Hunter exchanged a look. If Hunter had a chance, he’d disable every person inside as well.
“I’ll take care of Cal and Beatrice.” He hated to say it, but sometimes the truth sucked. “We’ll probably need an ambulance.”
Sabrina pulled out her phone. “My cell reception is blocked.”
Connor rubbed his thumb over the butt of his gun. “After you set off the fireworks, the neighbors will probably call 911. Get to their house and make sure they ask for an ambulance. Hunter and I will have the intruders neutralized by the time law enforcement and the EMTs arrive.”
Sabrina put her phone away and gave him a serious look. “I’d rather stay here and help you guys.”
Hunter was already bleeding back into the shadows. Connor felt the itch too—the one that signaled he was about to enter the action.
Two years, three months, and fourteen days since that fateful day. His PTSD demon chuckled deep inside his head, waiting, ready to reach out with the icy cold hand of fear and clamp down on him.
He jiggled his shoulders, rolled his neck. He had to stay loose, stay calm. Cal and Beatrice were depending on him.
But Sabrina wasn’t easily put off. “The best way you can help us is to set off that distraction,” he told her. “Once things are under our control, I’ll give you the all-clear over the comm.”
She reached out and touched his arm. “Be careful, okay?”
He stepped away from her touch. “Get going.”
“Connor…”
Before he realized what she was about to do, she threw her arms around him, making him once again go motionless.
“Please,” she whispered, her warm breath on his neck. “Please, be careful.”
And then she was gone, disappearing into the woods with a set of fireworks and explicit instructions that Connor was pretty sure she wasn’t going to follow.
