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General Romantic Suspense, Romantic Suspense
He’d decided tonight was the night he got serious with Meg Lewis. She’d shot at him last time. He was going back armed, and he wasn’t leaving until he got what he needed.
He put on his night-vision goggles and began scanning the area. He quickly spotted her sitting on the porch swing, then frowned when he saw the rifle in her lap and the dog at her feet. The dog was an unexpected problem, and he shifted so that he was safely downwind.
He could just shoot the dog, but that would give her time to shoot back, and he had no doubt of her ability or willingness to kill.
Several minutes passed, then she went inside, taking the dog with her.
His pulse kicked up a notch. This was his chance! The dog couldn’t stop him from getting to the porch if it was inside with her. Once he got that close, he could take it down with a shot through the window and then get her when she came charging out again. He bolted out of the trees and across the yard in an all-out sprint, the pistol in his hand.
All of a sudden the front yard was bathed in a light so bright it blinded him. Startled, he stumbled and fell. The pistol went off, and before he could get up, the dog had already begun an insane barking fit inside the house. In a panic, he scrambled to his feet and was in a frantic dash toward the trees when the ungodly screech of a security alarm sounded behind him.
Son of a bitch! Not only did she have motion detector lights, but there was a security alarm! When he realized the frenzied barking was getting louder, he knew she’d set the dog on him, too.
And then she took her first shot. The bullet whizzed so close to his head that he heard the sound of it passing. When he finally reached the cover of the trees, the dog was only seconds behind him.
Her next shot hit a tree right beside his head. He veered sharply. When the third shot missed him by several yards, he knew his ruse had been wise, and it gave him time to fire off a shot at the dog. Even though he missed, the maneuver worked. He heard her call off the dog, which gave him just enough time to get away.
Meg dragged Honey back inside the house and reset the alarm, wavering between shock and anger. She’d let herself be lulled into a false sense of security. If it hadn’t been for Honey and the safeguards her brother had installed, it would have happened again, and with more disastrous results.
She dropped down on her knees in front of Honey and began patting her and praising her, then got to her feet. “Come with me, girl. I need to make a phone call.”