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of rocks at the shoreline. Hurry.”
“Copy. Logan, go.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fear slammed into Owen when he saw two more men racing toward Gigi. Logan was on his way, but would he arrive in time to protect her?
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
As Gigi sprinted toward the outcropping, she saw two men running toward her on an intercept course to prevent her from reaching the safety of the rocks.
Gigi put on another burst of speed, praying she didn’t trip and face plant on the sand. The men would be on her in a flash. If they caught her, they’d have the advantage. Anyone who had seen her and Owen together would know that she was his weakness.
A quick glance at the men revealed that the sand was slowing them down a little. She’d take any help she could get.
Once she reached the rocks, Gigi would have a minute, maybe two, to find a weapon and hide. Maybe a stone. If nothing else, she’d use sand. Grit in their eyes would blind them.
Grim determination hardened her resolve. All she had to do was hold the men off until Logan arrived. One of the men Owen faced was Gonzalez. He must have slipped away from the agents on the patio to come after her and Owen.
Breath gusting, Gigi ignored the stitch in her side and kept running. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. Five. She angled closer to the water, skirted the outer edge of the rocks, and darted into the shadows.
She glanced around quickly. Fog was rolling to shore. Doubting the fog was thick enough to hide her from the guards, Gigi scouted for potential weapons while she looked for a place to defend herself.
No cave when you needed one. If she had to climb, things would get dicey fast. Wet rocks and fog plus her wearing a dress weren’t optimal for rock climbing. As she searched for handholds, Gigi stumbled over something half buried in the sand.
She frowned. A stone she could use as a weapon would be helpful about now. Gigi bent and felt for the object. Her eyes widened. Not a stone. Driftwood.
She freed the wood from the sand. Perfect. Enough heft to do some damage, and short and light enough for her to wield as a weapon.
This was a close-quarters weapon, though. She needed something to slow down her pursuers. Those guards were bruisers. Gigi couldn’t hold them off long. What could she use to tilt the odds in her favor? The only thing readily available were loose stones.
Without other options, she climbed the rocks, scraping her knuckles as she scaled the rocks with the driftwood in her hand. When Gigi climbed as high as she could, she set aside the driftwood, grabbed stones, and scattered them in front of the outcropping of rocks. Maybe she’d get lucky, and one of the men would sprain his ankle or fall and knock himself out. Still left one to deal with, but the driftwood would even the odds if a guard came for her.
When she heard the men approaching, Gigi redoubled her efforts to scatter stones on this side of the outcropping to impede their progress.
The guards ran into view, each man holding a gun. “Where did she go?” Guard One snapped. “She can’t have disappeared or run that fast. We’d have seen her.”
Guard Two stumbled over a stone Gigi had tossed on the ground and went down. He rolled to a sitting position, groaning as he clutched his shin. “I think my ankle is broken.”
His buddy scowled and scanned the area. “I’ll help you after I get the woman. If she escapes, the boss will shoot us both.” Guard One examined the outcropping and saw Gigi. He pointed his gun at her. “Get down here.”
“Don’t move, baby,” Owen snapped.
“Hold them off for two minutes, Gigi,” Logan murmured.
Gigi frowned at Guard One. “Not happening.”
“If I have to come after you, you’ll be sorry.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” she murmured. From where he stood, the guard couldn’t see the driftwood. The fog might help obscure his vision. It wouldn’t be enough. Gigi would have to do something to stop this man. She’d have one chance. If she didn’t succeed on her first try, he might shoot her.
Cursing, Guard One kicked stones out of his way as he walked toward the outcropping.
“Logan,” Gigi murmured. “One guard is about to climb the rocks to get to me. The second guard is injured, but armed and able to shoot. Be careful.”
“Copy that.”
When Guard One reached the foot of the