Deadly Desire (Carrington-Hill Investigations Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

them back to Collin’s, so I’m going to try and lose them on Main Street. Maybe we can surround them and block them in. They won’t even see it coming.”
    “Negative ,” she heard Garrett argue. “You’ll put too many civilians in harm’s way. Bring it down to the warehouse district. I’ll have a team waiting, and we can be set up in position in less than five minutes.”
    Sara squealed and pitched forward as she was rammed from behind. “They hit me ,” she choked out.
    “You need to get your ass out of there. Take the next exit , and I’ll meet you halfway.”
    Sara shook her head and glanced back up in to the mirror. A suffocating sensation tightened her throat. “It’s a man behind the wheel, but I can’t make out his face.”
    “Sara.” She heard the urgency in Garrett’s voice. “Hold them off.”
    The SUV behind her rammed her again. She gritted her teeth and tightened her death grip on the wheel. Cold fury settled in her veins. “The bastard hit me again.”
    The SUV came up alongside of her, and she instinctively jerked the wheel to the left, ramming the asshole back. She winced and tightened her hold on the wheel hearing the metal crunch on impact. “Not this time, asshole.”
    She knew it wasn’t very smart to play bumper cars with tons of metal but she couldn’t contain her chuckle that she’d gotten the upper hand. S he’d beat him to the punch.
    Her unexpected laugh died in her throat as she noticed the SUV swerve immediately in retaliation. She swerved off the road onto the rock-covered embankment, barely missing the impact. She’d glided her SUV back toward the road when she was hit again.
    This time the jarring impact sent her vehicle careening down the slope on the side of the road. Her eyes widened in fear at the trees getting closer by the second. She slammed on her brakes to avoid impact and heard the loud pop of her tire while she struggled to maintain control as she slid through the muddy ground but finally, at the last minute, caught traction. The SUV jerked to a halt. 
    “I’m on foot ,” she yelled into the cab even as she threw her door open and started running, for the cover of the trees, with pure determination and a rush of adrenaline. She hadn’t had time to grab her cell phone which might have helped her, but she was thankful for the gun tucked securely in her leg holster. She ducked behind the nearest tree with the thickest trunk. Keep it together, Sara.
    This asshole wasn’t going to win. It was either him or her and she wasn’t going down without a fight. S he whipped the revolver from her ankle holster. She heard the unmistakable loud pop of gunfire even over the roar of the cars speeding by. She ducked. The bullet ricocheted off the tree, sending shards of splintered bark flying toward her arm. Had she had on her frumpy ass coat, it wouldn’t have even left a scratch but, as it was, the coat was in her passenger seat.
    She heard the curse and didn’t wait around to see if he’d make a second shot , a more deadly, accurate, second shot. She jumped up and started running farther into the thick of the forest and brush. Her bare arms were scratched by the extended tree branches, as she did a perfect jeté over a downed tree. Take that Ms. Jennings, proof for her old ballet teacher that she had been paying attention during all of her mandatory lessons as a little girl. She wouldn’t stop. Her lungs burned as she pumped her arms and legs, running harder and faster through the squish of the mud beneath her feet.
    She heard the wail of the sirens in the distance. “Thank God,” she mumbled.
    She slowed down and crouched , out of sight, behind an oak tree. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears as she tried to catch her breath. Steeling her nerves, she gripped the gun, ready to take out anyone who breached her location within fifty yards.
    “Sara.” She released a sigh when she heard the familiar deep, rumbling voice. She lowered her weapon and stepped out of