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drive. He’d picked up speed and had closed the distance between them, tailgating her. His face livid, he rode the horn for all it was worth.
Her heart raced as the next turn approached. She had no choice. She had to slow down. Her foot mashed in the brakes. The car veered toward the rock face.
The truck’s side scraped against the jagged rocks jutting out, riding the granite. Metal sparks flew, and her hands shook in her effort to control the wheel. A lump of terror closed off her throat. This couldn’t be happening.
Another sharp turn.
The nose of the truck edged down, racing toward a huge boulder that blocked the middle of the road.
Oh God.
On the way up the mountain in the dark back of the truck, there’d been that sudden jerk causing Sam to slide into her. Now she knew why.
She yanked the steering wheel, but too late. The right side of the truck shoved at the boulder. The tire blew and she barreled toward the tree line.
Jenna fought against the wheels, forcing them toward the rock face, but the truck wouldn’t veer.
She’d lost control.
“Mommy!”
She couldn’t let anything happen to Sam. She wouldn’t.
Praying, and with strength she didn’t know she possessed, Jenna shifted the vehicle’s direction. After miles of no protection, a guardrail appeared at the side of the road. If she could just reach it.
She pumped the brakes. The truck lurched forward. Sam cried out in fear.
Sheer momentum shoved them toward the pine trees and barricade. Her stomach twisted, and with one last desperate plea, she skidded into the barrier.
Metal creaked and tore at the side of the truck. The scraping clawed at her ears. The tires squealed. The edge loomed closer and closer.
She held her breath, her knuckles went white, her nails bit into her hand.
The guardrail ended and the car hood shoved into the top of a huge pine tree.
The air bag blew out.
Her head whirled. Spots darkened in her eyes.
Then she knew no more.
Zach watched in horror as the small boy in the backseat stared at him, his eyes wide with fright. The truck rocked toward the edge, the front left wheel hanging off the mountain, the other tires precariously balanced on the edge.
With a quick maneuver he’d learned while doing stunts on an Indy racing television film, his Range Rover skidded to a halt and he jumped out. The little boy twisted in the backseat. The truck teetered.
“Be still, kid!” Zach yelled as he raced to the truck. “Don’t move. Can you do that for me?”
The child bit his lip, but he didn’t panic. He froze.
Brave little guy—or in shock—not that Zach cared, as long as the boy didn’t move. Zach ran to the side of the vehicle. Jenna Walters didn’t stir. Blood dripped from her head onto the deflated air bag.
He had to be careful. Any movement could send the vehicle plummeting hood first down a hundred-foot incline, with only piñon trees and a grove of thin-trunked aspens to stop its descent before it dove into a thousand-foot chasm.
Zach knew these mountains well. They didn’t let a man get away with a mistake.
Jenna had made a big mistake running from him when all he’d wanted to do was help.
He moved to the driver’s-side door. Carefully, he squeezed the handle. Locked. He tugged the keys from his pocket and pressed the button. The locks clicked free. He moved his hand to the metal and pressed. No luck, it didn’t budge. The door had jammed. Zach rounded behind the vehicle. He tried the passenger door and letout a small breath as the latch clicked. The door unhitched. He eased it open. With caution, he flicked the lever. The seat back shifted forward.
The boy remained frozen in the seat behind his mother.
“What’s your name, kid?” he said softly.
“S…Sam.” The boy’s eyes went wide. “You’re the Dark Avenger.”
Zach sighed. Another fan, but perhaps he could use the kid’s belief to his advantage. “I need your help.”
“I can’t. I’m not big enough. Please help my mommy.
Her heart raced as the next turn approached. She had no choice. She had to slow down. Her foot mashed in the brakes. The car veered toward the rock face.
The truck’s side scraped against the jagged rocks jutting out, riding the granite. Metal sparks flew, and her hands shook in her effort to control the wheel. A lump of terror closed off her throat. This couldn’t be happening.
Another sharp turn.
The nose of the truck edged down, racing toward a huge boulder that blocked the middle of the road.
Oh God.
On the way up the mountain in the dark back of the truck, there’d been that sudden jerk causing Sam to slide into her. Now she knew why.
She yanked the steering wheel, but too late. The right side of the truck shoved at the boulder. The tire blew and she barreled toward the tree line.
Jenna fought against the wheels, forcing them toward the rock face, but the truck wouldn’t veer.
She’d lost control.
“Mommy!”
She couldn’t let anything happen to Sam. She wouldn’t.
Praying, and with strength she didn’t know she possessed, Jenna shifted the vehicle’s direction. After miles of no protection, a guardrail appeared at the side of the road. If she could just reach it.
She pumped the brakes. The truck lurched forward. Sam cried out in fear.
Sheer momentum shoved them toward the pine trees and barricade. Her stomach twisted, and with one last desperate plea, she skidded into the barrier.
Metal creaked and tore at the side of the truck. The scraping clawed at her ears. The tires squealed. The edge loomed closer and closer.
She held her breath, her knuckles went white, her nails bit into her hand.
The guardrail ended and the car hood shoved into the top of a huge pine tree.
The air bag blew out.
Her head whirled. Spots darkened in her eyes.
Then she knew no more.
Zach watched in horror as the small boy in the backseat stared at him, his eyes wide with fright. The truck rocked toward the edge, the front left wheel hanging off the mountain, the other tires precariously balanced on the edge.
With a quick maneuver he’d learned while doing stunts on an Indy racing television film, his Range Rover skidded to a halt and he jumped out. The little boy twisted in the backseat. The truck teetered.
“Be still, kid!” Zach yelled as he raced to the truck. “Don’t move. Can you do that for me?”
The child bit his lip, but he didn’t panic. He froze.
Brave little guy—or in shock—not that Zach cared, as long as the boy didn’t move. Zach ran to the side of the vehicle. Jenna Walters didn’t stir. Blood dripped from her head onto the deflated air bag.
He had to be careful. Any movement could send the vehicle plummeting hood first down a hundred-foot incline, with only piñon trees and a grove of thin-trunked aspens to stop its descent before it dove into a thousand-foot chasm.
Zach knew these mountains well. They didn’t let a man get away with a mistake.
Jenna had made a big mistake running from him when all he’d wanted to do was help.
He moved to the driver’s-side door. Carefully, he squeezed the handle. Locked. He tugged the keys from his pocket and pressed the button. The locks clicked free. He moved his hand to the metal and pressed. No luck, it didn’t budge. The door had jammed. Zach rounded behind the vehicle. He tried the passenger door and letout a small breath as the latch clicked. The door unhitched. He eased it open. With caution, he flicked the lever. The seat back shifted forward.
The boy remained frozen in the seat behind his mother.
“What’s your name, kid?” he said softly.
“S…Sam.” The boy’s eyes went wide. “You’re the Dark Avenger.”
Zach sighed. Another fan, but perhaps he could use the kid’s belief to his advantage. “I need your help.”
“I can’t. I’m not big enough. Please help my mommy.
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