Cobb (Lighthouse Security Investigations #9) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,90
not quite sure what you think of me yet, but I know you have his best interests at heart.”
His hands landed on his lean hips. “What I think is that you and Cobb are good together. I know he cares for you, and I can tell you feel the same.”
“But…” she let the word drag out, hoping he would finally get off his chest what seemed to be pressing him down.
“But nothing. He’s one of the best men I’ve ever known and deserves to be happy. So do you. I think you’re both good for each other.”
The sound of a small engine plane approached, interrupting more conversation, and they turned in unison to watch a private plane coming in.
“There they are,” he said.
After the heaviness of the talk she and Jorge had had in the middle of the night, her heart leaped at the sight of his plane as the wheels touched the runway. Glancing back at Tate, she refused to let his concerns weigh her down. Without waiting, she waved as Jorge and Drew alighted from the plane.
The exit gate was near a small building, but she laughed as Jorge jogged over to the fence, his fingers latching onto hers through the chain links. She stood on her tiptoes, and with her lips pressed between a small opening kissed him lightly. Setting back on her heels, she complained, “That’s hardly the welcome home kiss that you see in movies.”
He laughed and said, “Babe, any kiss with you is worthy of the movies.” He glanced to the side and said, “I’ll be right out. Drew’s rental SUV is just over there near the building. He and Tate can go back to your house in that, and we’ll take your car.”
Tate fist-bumped Jorge through the fence. “We’ll meet you at your vehicle.”
She settled into the passenger side as Tate started her car and they drove toward the rental SUV parked near the gate of the fence. She watched Jorge as he walked, loving the way his body moved with a grace that belied his bulk. Suddenly, he jerked around, his gaze shooting toward the other side of the parking lot.
“Go!” he shouted, waving his arms, but before she could react, she pressed back in the seat as Tate stepped on the accelerator.
Before they had a chance to change direction, the horrific sound of crunching metal hit her ears at the same time her body slammed against her door, her head bouncing off the window. She cried out as pain exploded in her temple. “Tate,” she cried out as she spied the crushed driver’s door now barricaded with another vehicle and blood running down his head. More sounds of crashing metal against metal sounded but it came from farther away.
Her door was wrenched open, and hands reached in to jerk her out of the seat as Tate tried to hold onto her. She turned to see Jorge scaling the tall chain-link fence, but something hard and cold was pressed against her head and his movements halted.
“Come no further, halfie,” the growl sounded next to her.
Rage moved through her but pain and fear edged for dominance in her emotional battle.
Jorge’s fierce gaze never wavered. “You’re making a huge fucking mistake. I know who yanks your chain. And I will come after you.”
From that distance, she could see that her car and Bray’s SUV had been rammed into, rendering them both unusable. Afraid to move with the gun still next to her head, she felt the air rush from her lungs at the sight of Jorge atop the fence. An ancient dragon breathing fire had nothing on him at the moment.
“Chill, man. The boss just wants to have a chat with the little lady. And tell your friend over there to back the fuck off.”
Josie’s feet stumbled as the man whose arm was banded around her waist walked backward. Her head pounded as she slid her eyes sideways to see a black vehicle parked close, the windows all darkened. Another man leaned out, and before she had a chance to react, his hand shot out with a hypodermic needle that he quickly jabbed into her arm.
She cried out before losing control of her body and was hauled inside, her door barely closing before the vehicle took off. Popping sounds fired all around, but they sounded far away as though a thick fog had settled over her.
Swallowing down the nausea that threatened to overtake her, her fingers gripped the seat as she slid into unconsciousness.