her eye. Apparently figuring something was up, Helena had left her corner to move toward the bar. With the way she teetered on the ridiculous heels she wore, Jadyn doubted she’d make it halfway across the bar before falling.
“I don’t like what you’re accusing me of,” Junior said. He puffed his chest out, but it still didn’t reach farther than his stomach.
Bart didn’t appear any more impressed than Jadyn. “You don’t like it because I caught you being the sneaky bastard you are. Guess it’s in your genes.”
Junior turned beet red and clenched his fists. “I done told you it wasn’t me, and even if it was, what are you gonna do about it?”
“Gentlemen,” Jadyn said, even though she was fairly sure the moniker wasn’t applicable. “I can’t let you start a fight in here, so I’m going to ask you both to cool it.”
Junior snorted. “That’s big words considering you ain’t got the sheriff here to protect you this time.”
“The way I remember it, I didn’t need him last time.”
“You troublemaking bitch. All this is your fault.” Junior shoved Bart to the side and launched at Jadyn, who neatly sidestepped out of his path and sent him crashing into a table.
Junior struggled to get up from the floor, glaring at her the entire time. She had no doubt that as soon as he got upright, he was going for tackle number two. Jadyn shifted her weight to the left, ready to spin out of his way, but her right foot remained fixed in place. She glanced down and her pulse spiked.
Holy crap!
Her heel was caught in one of the wide cracks in the plank floor and it wasn’t budging. If she’d been wearing pumps, she would have simply stepped out of them and completed her move, but the leather laces were wrapped firmly up her calf, keeping her foot firmly affixed to the shoe.
So not good.
Chapter Eight
The door to the bar swung open and someone walked in, but Jadyn was too busy trying to work her heel out of the floorboard to worry about who was witnessing the spectacle. Helena had made it halfway across the bar and was huffing like a train. Of even more concern, she was picking up speed.
Junior had made it up from the floor, and even worse, had seen Jadyn’s shoe caught in the crack. “You’re not getting away with it this time,” he said.
Bart and Tyler, who’d moved to stand on each side of Junior, both grabbed an arm to prevent him from charging, but the angry man’s adrenaline and hatred outweighed the two lighter men trying to hold him back. He shook them both off like rag dolls, lowered his head, and charged.
“Stop or I’ll shoot!” Jadyn heard Colt’s voice sound from the doorway, but Junior didn’t hear anything but his own rage.
“Knife!” Jadyn yelled at the bartender, who pulled a pocketknife from his jeans and tossed it to her. She opened the knife, sliced the laces from her ankles, and dived to the left side just in time to miss the charging Junior.
Colt stepped forward at the same time, probably in an attempt to stop the charge, and ended up in the worst place possible. Helena, who’d long since lost control of her legs or her momentum, ran full speed toward Colt. Jadyn expected her to pass right through, but instead, the ghost hit the sheriff with a thud and launched him forward, right into Junior’s path.
Junior ran square into Colt, knocking him to the ground and flinging the handcuffs he’d been holding in one hand into the air. Junior dove for the handcuffs, completely flattening Helena as he went, then rolled over and attempted to handcuff the sheriff with his own cuffs. Unfortunately, Helena was still in the middle of the mix and although Jadyn was certain neither man could see her, she still held some sort of solid form. Invisible, but solid.
Junior slapped the cuffs at what he thought was Colt’s wrist, but instead, the cuff clicked into place on Helena. The ghost managed to wriggle out from under the fighting men and jumped up
“I don’t like what you’re accusing me of,” Junior said. He puffed his chest out, but it still didn’t reach farther than his stomach.
Bart didn’t appear any more impressed than Jadyn. “You don’t like it because I caught you being the sneaky bastard you are. Guess it’s in your genes.”
Junior turned beet red and clenched his fists. “I done told you it wasn’t me, and even if it was, what are you gonna do about it?”
“Gentlemen,” Jadyn said, even though she was fairly sure the moniker wasn’t applicable. “I can’t let you start a fight in here, so I’m going to ask you both to cool it.”
Junior snorted. “That’s big words considering you ain’t got the sheriff here to protect you this time.”
“The way I remember it, I didn’t need him last time.”
“You troublemaking bitch. All this is your fault.” Junior shoved Bart to the side and launched at Jadyn, who neatly sidestepped out of his path and sent him crashing into a table.
Junior struggled to get up from the floor, glaring at her the entire time. She had no doubt that as soon as he got upright, he was going for tackle number two. Jadyn shifted her weight to the left, ready to spin out of his way, but her right foot remained fixed in place. She glanced down and her pulse spiked.
Holy crap!
Her heel was caught in one of the wide cracks in the plank floor and it wasn’t budging. If she’d been wearing pumps, she would have simply stepped out of them and completed her move, but the leather laces were wrapped firmly up her calf, keeping her foot firmly affixed to the shoe.
So not good.
Chapter Eight
The door to the bar swung open and someone walked in, but Jadyn was too busy trying to work her heel out of the floorboard to worry about who was witnessing the spectacle. Helena had made it halfway across the bar and was huffing like a train. Of even more concern, she was picking up speed.
Junior had made it up from the floor, and even worse, had seen Jadyn’s shoe caught in the crack. “You’re not getting away with it this time,” he said.
Bart and Tyler, who’d moved to stand on each side of Junior, both grabbed an arm to prevent him from charging, but the angry man’s adrenaline and hatred outweighed the two lighter men trying to hold him back. He shook them both off like rag dolls, lowered his head, and charged.
“Stop or I’ll shoot!” Jadyn heard Colt’s voice sound from the doorway, but Junior didn’t hear anything but his own rage.
“Knife!” Jadyn yelled at the bartender, who pulled a pocketknife from his jeans and tossed it to her. She opened the knife, sliced the laces from her ankles, and dived to the left side just in time to miss the charging Junior.
Colt stepped forward at the same time, probably in an attempt to stop the charge, and ended up in the worst place possible. Helena, who’d long since lost control of her legs or her momentum, ran full speed toward Colt. Jadyn expected her to pass right through, but instead, the ghost hit the sheriff with a thud and launched him forward, right into Junior’s path.
Junior ran square into Colt, knocking him to the ground and flinging the handcuffs he’d been holding in one hand into the air. Junior dove for the handcuffs, completely flattening Helena as he went, then rolled over and attempted to handcuff the sheriff with his own cuffs. Unfortunately, Helena was still in the middle of the mix and although Jadyn was certain neither man could see her, she still held some sort of solid form. Invisible, but solid.
Junior slapped the cuffs at what he thought was Colt’s wrist, but instead, the cuff clicked into place on Helena. The ghost managed to wriggle out from under the fighting men and jumped up
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