Читать книгу The Cowboy Target - Terri Reed - Страница 3

On the surface Jackie looked sweet, almost fragile....

But Wyatt had glimpsed the hard steel beneath that soft exterior. A bodyguard. Who would’ve thought it?

“So tell me about the dead man,” she said.

“I didn’t kill him.”

“Didn’t say you did.”

He pointed to a dirt road up ahead. “Take a left.”

Jackie turned, her gaze straying to the rearview. “We’re being followed.”

He might think the woman was paranoid or crazy. But considering this morning he’d found a dead body on his porch and spent the past seven hours in jail, he wasn’t going to doubt her. Sticking his head out the window, he strained to listen. “A motorcycle.”

“Hang on!” She stomped on the brake and twisted the wheel, sending the truck into a spin and coming to a halt facing the way they’d come. Their headlights swept over an oncoming motorcycle...moving at a good clip and heading straight for them.