Strong and Sexy (Sky High Air #2)(75)



“She’s shooting up the Lear! Hold on!” he shouted.

He wasn’t kidding, because suddenly it felt like they were in a spin and Dani was flung hard against the door. But just as she braced herself, they spun in the other direction and she slammed into Shayne. “God, what about Maddie?”

“She’s wedged in,” he told her grimly.

Bleeding to death…

Oh, God, this was bad, so very, very bad. More bullets, and Dani bit her lip to keep her scream in.

“Christ, and now the Piper,” Shayne muttered and took his hand off Dani’s head to put both hands on the wheel, which he promptly tugged hard to the right.

From Dani’s vantage point, she caught sight of a plane wing, and then just the ceiling of the hangar, which was a series of rafters and wires and lights. And then she saw it.

A flash of leg.

Female leg.

“She’s above us,” Dani gasped. “In the rafters.”

Pop, pop, pop.

“And the Moody. Goddammit, that’s not even ours!” He made a hard right, and the engine coughed. Stalled.

Died.

“Fuck.” He pulled Dani out of the seat and then grabbed Maddie as if she weighed nothing. “I’m going to kill Brody for being too damn cheap to upgrade that cart!”

“Do we have a plan?”

“Yes. Run like hell. Behind the Beechcraft—”

“The what?”

“Behind that plane ahead of you is the maintenance closet. It’s built like a tanker.”

They rounded the back of the plane, with Dani’s skin literally leaping at every heartbeat, expecting to be pierced by a bullet at any second.

Instead, Shayne yanked open the door of the closet, set Maddie down and then shoved Dani in after her.

“What—” she started but he put his fingers over her mouth.

“Stay in here, you’ll be safe.”

Oh, God. She snagged his arm just as he turned away. “Where are you going?”

“To make sure you stay safe.”

He was going to play the hero. “No, Shayne—”

“I have to stop her. We have other clients on the premises.”

“She’s got a damn gun!”

“She won’t shoot me. I’m going to draw her away until the cops come.” He waited until she thought about exactly how true that was—Michelle didn’t want Shayne dead, she wanted him very much alive.

“She’s crazy,” she whispered.

“Nutso. So swear to me you’ll stay here.”

While he went out there, unprotected.

“Dani. Swear to me.” He closed his eyes, then leaned in and put his mouth to her ear. “I can’t do this with you right next to me, a target.” His voice was low, hoarse. “I can’t think when you’re out there, a target.”

A huge admission, one that reached into her soul and warmed it. “She’s in the rafters,” she whispered.

“I know.”

She fisted her hand in the front of his shirt, dragging his face to hers. “Don’t get hurt. Not one hair on your head. Swear it.”

“I won’t get hurt.” He covered her hand with his until she loosened her grip on him, then kissed her once, his eyes on hers as he slammed the door in her face.





Chapter 27




D ani kneeled on the floor of the maintenance closet and checked Maddie’s wound.

“Shayne,” Maddie whispered.

“He’ll be right back.”

“Oh, God, he went after her? Stupid man. Why are all men so stupid?” She struggled to get up. “So stupid.”

“Maddie, stay down. Please, stay down. You’re bleeding.”

“Shayne—”

“He said she wouldn’t hurt him.”

Maddie, eyes closed, shook her head. “She’s got a past date of Shayne’s dead in her suitcase.” Her eyes, feverish and glossed over, met Dani’s. “She’s taken a right turn out of Saneville, Dani.”

Dani stared at her. “So she’s going to hurt him.”

“Oh yeah. She’s going to hurt him. And Brody too.” Wincing in pain, she clamped a hand over her shoulder and gritted her teeth. “God.”

The sound of another gunshot split the air. Steel on steel.

“She’s going to hit her own damn precious plane,” Maddie gasped. “The idiot.”

“One of those planes is hers?”

“The Beechcraft is in the northeast corner. She treats that thing like her baby.”

Dani leapt to her feet. “I have a plan.”

“Do you have a gun?”

“No.”

“A knife?”

“No.”

“Honey, then you don’t have a plan.”

“Something needs to happen to her plane to distract her.”

Maddie nodded. “I knew I liked you.”

“Good, huh?”

“Brilliant. Shit.” Maddie tried to reach up into her own skirt but gasped in pain and fell back, face pasty white. “I have a knife. Take the knife.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

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