to scare the wits out of her, he just wanted to make her babbling end . Tyler maneuvered himself to look out the back window, and saw how Crenshaw was closing in on him.
He was the prey, and Crenshaw was his predator .
“I must apologize for dropping in on you like this, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he began as he searched furtively for a means to escape his would be captor.
This time Tyler feared that he wouldn’t be getting out of this without being in a body bag.
He reached inside of his pocket, and placed a few coins on her dashboard.
“For your considerable trouble,” he muttered. He turned away and pressed the button that would roll the window down.
“Where are you going?” the whiny woman wailed, just as he swung his legs over the side, and briefly sat for a moment. Lord, this woman was nerve wracking.
“Oh, I’m going for a night time flying lesson,” he remarked wryly, turning back to her and winking at her.
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“But you can’t fly! ” she said stupidly. She put the car in automatic mode and tried reaching for him. “Men with huge bounties on their heads, just don’t drop from the sky, into my vehicle, and then leave before I collect the bounty. Get back in here, Mister ,” she ordered, as all of the feigned fear fell from her voice. “Move your ass and hop to it!”
Tyler could feel something hard protruding into his back, and he was pretty certain it wasn’t her purse. He tried forcing the dry lump down that had somehow lodged its way into his throat. Okay, so he was cursed with the worst luck . The woman next to him could give him a run for his money when it came to putting on a show.
She had to be frigging kidding! He hadn’t just escaped the hunter only to fall into the hands of the huntress.
“Say, why don’t we just negotiate a fair price for my head?” he offered, slumping his shoulders. “I’m open to anything, you know. I’m rather fond of my head.”
She pulled him back into the hover mobile, and slammed him none too gently into the seat.
The woman still had her craft on autopilot, and Crenshaw was backing off, since he had obviously recognized the vehicle. And as Tyler stared over at the woman next to him, he felt like kicking himself. He wished beyond everything else that he had wished for that day, that he had taken the time to truly look at her well-defined features. She certainly had the sort of face that made an impression.
Tyler took a good long look at her now, and bile rose in his throat. It didn’t take him long to recognize her from his wife’s records. Her name was Veronica Hutchins, and she was the hardest ass-kicking woman this side of New Earth . Veronica’s reputation preceded her, for she even intimidated Crenshaw, as she was a ball basher of the worst sort.
“Hello, Cassidy,” she drawled out, fastening metal handcuffs around his wrists.
“Welcome to my home turf. You’re out of your element. And don’t think about escaping me, cause if you do, I’ll make sure that you curse the day that you were born!” Veronica emphasized her words, by knocking him across the back of his head. His head lolled forward. He lost all coherent thought and fell into an unwelcoming darkness.
* * * *
Samantha sat forward suddenly, coughing as she nearly spewed coffee through her nose.
Her sister stared over at her in disgust and quickly reached for a tissue, to hand to her. A piercing pain thudded against Samantha’s temples.
Tyler’s face flashed in front of her.
“Did you just see that?” she asked Johanna knowing what her answer would be.
“I saw you spew coffee all over the place, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.”
Samantha rattled out a shaky sigh. “Have you ever felt like something terrible has just happened, when it hasn’t?” Samantha asked slowly, wiping her mouth with the white tissue.
Her hands were cold and clammy, and she struggled to keep them from shaking.
He was the prey, and Crenshaw was his predator .
“I must apologize for dropping in on you like this, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he began as he searched furtively for a means to escape his would be captor.
This time Tyler feared that he wouldn’t be getting out of this without being in a body bag.
He reached inside of his pocket, and placed a few coins on her dashboard.
“For your considerable trouble,” he muttered. He turned away and pressed the button that would roll the window down.
“Where are you going?” the whiny woman wailed, just as he swung his legs over the side, and briefly sat for a moment. Lord, this woman was nerve wracking.
“Oh, I’m going for a night time flying lesson,” he remarked wryly, turning back to her and winking at her.
RECKLESS BOUNTY Marly Mathews 29
“But you can’t fly! ” she said stupidly. She put the car in automatic mode and tried reaching for him. “Men with huge bounties on their heads, just don’t drop from the sky, into my vehicle, and then leave before I collect the bounty. Get back in here, Mister ,” she ordered, as all of the feigned fear fell from her voice. “Move your ass and hop to it!”
Tyler could feel something hard protruding into his back, and he was pretty certain it wasn’t her purse. He tried forcing the dry lump down that had somehow lodged its way into his throat. Okay, so he was cursed with the worst luck . The woman next to him could give him a run for his money when it came to putting on a show.
She had to be frigging kidding! He hadn’t just escaped the hunter only to fall into the hands of the huntress.
“Say, why don’t we just negotiate a fair price for my head?” he offered, slumping his shoulders. “I’m open to anything, you know. I’m rather fond of my head.”
She pulled him back into the hover mobile, and slammed him none too gently into the seat.
The woman still had her craft on autopilot, and Crenshaw was backing off, since he had obviously recognized the vehicle. And as Tyler stared over at the woman next to him, he felt like kicking himself. He wished beyond everything else that he had wished for that day, that he had taken the time to truly look at her well-defined features. She certainly had the sort of face that made an impression.
Tyler took a good long look at her now, and bile rose in his throat. It didn’t take him long to recognize her from his wife’s records. Her name was Veronica Hutchins, and she was the hardest ass-kicking woman this side of New Earth . Veronica’s reputation preceded her, for she even intimidated Crenshaw, as she was a ball basher of the worst sort.
“Hello, Cassidy,” she drawled out, fastening metal handcuffs around his wrists.
“Welcome to my home turf. You’re out of your element. And don’t think about escaping me, cause if you do, I’ll make sure that you curse the day that you were born!” Veronica emphasized her words, by knocking him across the back of his head. His head lolled forward. He lost all coherent thought and fell into an unwelcoming darkness.
* * * *
Samantha sat forward suddenly, coughing as she nearly spewed coffee through her nose.
Her sister stared over at her in disgust and quickly reached for a tissue, to hand to her. A piercing pain thudded against Samantha’s temples.
Tyler’s face flashed in front of her.
“Did you just see that?” she asked Johanna knowing what her answer would be.
“I saw you spew coffee all over the place, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.”
Samantha rattled out a shaky sigh. “Have you ever felt like something terrible has just happened, when it hasn’t?” Samantha asked slowly, wiping her mouth with the white tissue.
Her hands were cold and clammy, and she struggled to keep them from shaking.
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