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kids. Was there some kind of etiquette with the questions? “Do you have long left…”
“To go? Ugh, thankfully not long now. A couple of weeks, perhaps less…” She smiled indulgently. “It’s a little girl. They’re usually early in my family.”
Without warning all Ce’s cop senses went into high alert. The sound of roaring engines filled the sleepy town’s main street and a second later three big Harleys thundered into view. Instinctively, she assessed them as they approached. They weren’t doing anything illegal. Yet. But the way they were riding seemed too intent, too aggressive for them to be on a simple little ride through town.
Movement on the street stopped, all eyes turning toward the bikers but no one went running. Huh, obviously didn’t get too many problems with biker gangs. But then, this was a shifter town so it’d be a tough gang who’d try to set up shop here, especially with Riley around. But still…
Her eyes narrowed the nearer they got. Was it her imagination or were they edging to this side of the road? Taking a step forward, she reached an arm out to herd Kelli behind her. Sure, the other woman was a shifter and could probably bench press cars for fun, but she was pregnant, which meant all Ce’s protective instincts were in full force.
The bikers dropped out of formation, one sped up and another fell back so they rode in a line. They were almost level with her and Kelli. As the first one reached them, she caught the movement of an arm and the glint of sunlight off the metal of a barrel.
“ Down !” she bellowed, throwing herself to the side and turning to put her own body between the spray of bullets and Kelli. The sharp rap-rap-rap of gunfire filled her ears and the windows behind them shattered. A woman screamed. Ce didn’t think it was her. She hoped it wasn’t her. She had an image to maintain as a cast-iron bitch cop.
Then they were past and she turned, a snarl on her lips as she went for her gun…only to find it wasn’t there.
“Shit!” She ran into the middle of the road, squinting after the bikers and trying to get their plates. Fuckers had some nerve, trying a drive-by shooting in the middle of the goddamn day. All she needed was a few details and they could get an APB out. It was no good though, they were moving too fast and their back tires kicked up too much dust for her to make out the plates.
“They got away,” she said to Kelli as she returned to the sidewalk. Noting the other woman’s pale face, Ce did a quick visual check. There was no blood and she hadn’t fallen. Looking around, she met the eyes of one of the nail girls through the missing window. “Hey, can we get a chair out here. Kelli? Kelli…are you hurt?”
Kelli shook her head, blinking as though waking from sleep. Her eyes flared amber. “No. I’m good. But we need to get you looked at. You’re bleeding.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ce returned automatically. “I’d know if I’d been hit, been doing this for years. People always love to get off a round or two at the cops. Bullets practically bounce off me.”
“No, seriously, hun. Look…” Kelli shook her head, her gaze fixed on Ce’s arm.
She looked down, surprised to see red blossoming over her shirt sleeve. “Huh… okay. Why is that not hurting?”
The girl emerged from the shop with a chair in her hands. As soon as it was put on the ground, Kelli urged Ce into it. As she sat, the other woman put her hand over the bloodied, torn area on Ce’s upper arm. Fire and agony stabbed through the limb, making her gasp.
“Fuck! Now it hurts. Can you not do that again?”
“Sorry, hun. Pressure and all that. We don’t want your arm to fall off. Can arms fall off due to gunshot wounds?” Kelli asked as she dumped her purse on the ground next to the chair. “Jane, could you get my cell out of there and call Max, please? Tell him we have a problem.”
Chapter Six
“Problem?” Max slammed the door as he got
“To go? Ugh, thankfully not long now. A couple of weeks, perhaps less…” She smiled indulgently. “It’s a little girl. They’re usually early in my family.”
Without warning all Ce’s cop senses went into high alert. The sound of roaring engines filled the sleepy town’s main street and a second later three big Harleys thundered into view. Instinctively, she assessed them as they approached. They weren’t doing anything illegal. Yet. But the way they were riding seemed too intent, too aggressive for them to be on a simple little ride through town.
Movement on the street stopped, all eyes turning toward the bikers but no one went running. Huh, obviously didn’t get too many problems with biker gangs. But then, this was a shifter town so it’d be a tough gang who’d try to set up shop here, especially with Riley around. But still…
Her eyes narrowed the nearer they got. Was it her imagination or were they edging to this side of the road? Taking a step forward, she reached an arm out to herd Kelli behind her. Sure, the other woman was a shifter and could probably bench press cars for fun, but she was pregnant, which meant all Ce’s protective instincts were in full force.
The bikers dropped out of formation, one sped up and another fell back so they rode in a line. They were almost level with her and Kelli. As the first one reached them, she caught the movement of an arm and the glint of sunlight off the metal of a barrel.
“ Down !” she bellowed, throwing herself to the side and turning to put her own body between the spray of bullets and Kelli. The sharp rap-rap-rap of gunfire filled her ears and the windows behind them shattered. A woman screamed. Ce didn’t think it was her. She hoped it wasn’t her. She had an image to maintain as a cast-iron bitch cop.
Then they were past and she turned, a snarl on her lips as she went for her gun…only to find it wasn’t there.
“Shit!” She ran into the middle of the road, squinting after the bikers and trying to get their plates. Fuckers had some nerve, trying a drive-by shooting in the middle of the goddamn day. All she needed was a few details and they could get an APB out. It was no good though, they were moving too fast and their back tires kicked up too much dust for her to make out the plates.
“They got away,” she said to Kelli as she returned to the sidewalk. Noting the other woman’s pale face, Ce did a quick visual check. There was no blood and she hadn’t fallen. Looking around, she met the eyes of one of the nail girls through the missing window. “Hey, can we get a chair out here. Kelli? Kelli…are you hurt?”
Kelli shook her head, blinking as though waking from sleep. Her eyes flared amber. “No. I’m good. But we need to get you looked at. You’re bleeding.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ce returned automatically. “I’d know if I’d been hit, been doing this for years. People always love to get off a round or two at the cops. Bullets practically bounce off me.”
“No, seriously, hun. Look…” Kelli shook her head, her gaze fixed on Ce’s arm.
She looked down, surprised to see red blossoming over her shirt sleeve. “Huh… okay. Why is that not hurting?”
The girl emerged from the shop with a chair in her hands. As soon as it was put on the ground, Kelli urged Ce into it. As she sat, the other woman put her hand over the bloodied, torn area on Ce’s upper arm. Fire and agony stabbed through the limb, making her gasp.
“Fuck! Now it hurts. Can you not do that again?”
“Sorry, hun. Pressure and all that. We don’t want your arm to fall off. Can arms fall off due to gunshot wounds?” Kelli asked as she dumped her purse on the ground next to the chair. “Jane, could you get my cell out of there and call Max, please? Tell him we have a problem.”
Chapter Six
“Problem?” Max slammed the door as he got
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