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  I think we both sat there for a full minute, me waiting for whoever had slammed into us to return while Jax kept looking out of every window, swearing as his gun followed his gaze. He reached for the door handle.

  “Shut off the lights and turn off the engine.”

  I didn’t question, but did exactly as he said. He got out of the car and stood in front of it, peering off into the distance.

  My breath came in sharp gasps as I fought to get my heartrate under control. I was trembling so wildly, the SUV was nearly rocked with my tremors.

  What the hell just happened? Someone had tried to run us off the road. Someone had tried to kill us! A thousand questions swirled through my mind. The terrorists that Michael had warned about? But how had they known where to find us? Had we been followed? If so, how long had they been watching us? To say I was terrified was an understatement.

  Finally, Jax moved from the front of the vehicle and walked over to the driver’s side door.

  “You okay?”

  Too afraid to speak, I nodded, my hands still gripping the steering wheel. They felt stiff and cramped, but I couldn’t make myself let go. He reached inside and placed one of his hands on mine, as if silently urging me to relax. After several seconds, I took a deep, heaving breath and loosened my grip. He continued to hold my hand in his as he continued to peer off into the darkness.

  “Are they going to come back?” My voice sounded strange even to me; tremulous, shaking, frightened.

  “Doubt it,” he said. “They had their chance, and the advantage, and they lost it.”

  I stared at him, amazed that he could appear so calm. Someone had just tried to kill us! Then again, such situations were probably nothing new to Jax. For me, it was a first.

  With a sigh, he made his way around the vehicle, checking the damage, and then climbed back inside.

  “Come on, let’s get back to the house.”

  I stared at him in surprise. “Aren’t we going to report this to the police?”

  He shook his head. “In due time,” he said. “First, let’s get back to the house. We’ll be secure their. Then I’ll call the police, and then Michael. Give him a head’s up.”

  Jax fastened his seatbelt and then glanced at me. I reached for the keys, my hands shaking so bad I had to try several times before I was actually able to grasp it and turn the ignition.

  “You want me to drive?”

  I shook my head. “No, Jax, you can’t drive yet.” I saw his impatient expression. “I’m okay. Just tell me where to go and I’ll drive home.”

  Home.

  That was just it. It was Jax’s home, not mine. This was his fight, not mine. He said nothing as he merely pointed the way out of the clearing. Once back on the highway, he uttered one word directions, telling me to turn here, turn there, and within a matter of minutes, I had pulled into his driveway. He reached for and pressed the garage door opener on the visor over my head, and I slowly drove into the garage. After a quick look around, he pushed the button again and the giant door slid closed.

  “Stay here while I check the house.”

  He climbed out of the vehicle while I sat in the driver’s seat with my seatbelt still on. I turned off the car, staring at every corner of the still lit garage while he entered the house. I don’t know how many times I re-inspected every shadow, every box, and every hiding place that someone could use for shelter, not realizing I had been holding my breath until he reemerged.

  He moved to my side of the car, opened the door, and gestured for me to come out. After two tries, I managed to unfasten my seatbelt and slid out of the SUV, nearly toppling to the garage floor because my knees were shaking so bad. I caught onto his arm for balance.

  “You sure you’re okay?”

  I nodded shakily. “I’ll be fine, Jax,” I said. “It’s just that nothing like that ever happened to me before.”

  “Me either,” he said.

  I glanced at him in disbelief.

  “I mean, being forced off the road.”

  He closed the driver’s door and for the first time I got a look at the SUV. My eyes widened in dismay. “Your car is ruined!” I exclaimed. The entire rear panel was severely dented, and as I moved around to the back of the SUV, saw the huge indentation caused by the two rear-end impacts.

  “I’ll take care of it,” he said, his soft tone belying the hardness of his face.

  He clasped my elbow gently and led me up a few steps into the kitchen. The room was ablaze with light as were other lights in the house. He closed the door to the garage and then locked and turned the dead bolt. Grasping my hand, he led me through the kitchen, down the hallway, and upstairs into his office.

  “Sit down,” he ordered.

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. My knees were going to give out anyway. I collapsed into the desk chair while he reached over me for the computer keyboard and tapped a key. The monitor sprang to life. The outdoor surveillance showed no movement. I couldn’t believe the relief that surged through me.

  “You don’t believe they’re on your property, do you?”

  “Probably not, at least not for a while. They’ll probably regroup, come up with a new plan. By then, I’ll be more than ready for them.”

  I stared at him in dismay. “Call the police.”

  “I will,” he promised. “First, I need to get you settled, and I’m going to call Michael. Before that though, there’s one thing I need to show you.”

  “What?” I asked, my voice sounding weak and trembling. I cleared my throat, not wanting to sound like a weak, scared ninny.

  He pulled open one of his desk drawers and retrieved a small, silver gun, placing it on the desk blotter.

  “It’s a Sig Sauer,” he explained. “I’ll show you how to use it.”

  My eyes widened and I began to shake my head. “I don’t want to learn how to shoot a gun!”

  “You want to leave?”

  Did I? The thought of leaving Jax now left me feeling adrift and uncertain. I had only known the guy a few days, but I had a ready grown attached to him. Then again, there were killers after him. I could very well get caught in the crossfire.

  “Do you?” He put the gun down. “In fact, Angie, I think you should leave. The sooner the better.”

  I stared up at him, my gaze taking in his strong features and his intense expression.

  “No, I won’t leave,” I said.

  I couldn’t quite believe that the words came out of my mouth. What the hell was I doing? I was just a nurse!

  I took a deep breath and sat up straighter. That was it —I was a nurse. I couldn’t abandon my patient, and I certainly wasn’t going to let another nurse walk into a dangerous situation. I was already here. Jax still needed help, whether he wanted it or not. If he didn’t continue with his therapy and recuperate properly, he could be crippled for life. He could end his career in Special Forces.

  “I’ll stay for now,” I said. “But I’m not going to learn how to shoot that gun. I’m a nurse, Jax, not Black Ops.”

  “You need to be able to defend yourself if necessary. If the situation gets any worse, you’re leaving, whether you want to or not. You got that?”

  I nodded, staring wide-eyed at him as he glanced down at the Sig Sauer.

  “We’ll talk about the gun again tomorrow. For tonight, I think a good stiff drink would do you some good. Then you get to bed and try to get some rest.”

  “What about the police? They’re going to want to talk to me—”

  He shook his head. “For now, I want you to stay out of this. I don’t want them to know you were with me. The less attention on you now, the better.”

  “But—”

  “No buts about it, Angie. If you stay, you have to follow my directions. Is that clear?”

  I nodded tremulously and watched as he reached his hand down for me. I clasped it and then stood, amazed that my legs held me up.

  “Go to your room, take a nice hot shower, and I’ll make a drink and leave it on
the bedside table,” he said. “When you’re done, you drink it down and go to bed, okay? I’ve got things to do.”

  I nodded dumbly, still stunned by the events that had transpired in the past hour. Somebody had tried to kill him — us…

  Jax walked me to my bedroom door and I stepped inside. He closed the door behind me. I couldn’t believe this. I shook my head as I made my way to the bathroom, pulling off my clothes and leaving them in a heap as I went. I made my way into the bathroom, turned on the light, and then reached into the shower, turning the knobs and adjusting the water temperature until it was warm, but not too hot. Shedding the last of my underwear, I stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to wash away some of my anxiety.

  Suddenly, my shoulders started shaking and I began to weep. I allowed myself to do so, knowing that it was the residue of the adrenaline. I sank to the tiled floor and surrendered to it, the water raining down on me, sobbing quietly into my hands.

  Several minutes later, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and briefly towel-dried my hair. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped into the bedroom. I saw that the bedroom light had been turned off, but the bedside table lamp was on low. A small shot glass of amber liquid stood on the table. I smiled.

  I heard the sound of Jax’s voice coming from the office down the hall and supposed he was either speaking to the police or to Michael. The sound of it brought me some comfort. I had a feeling that he had everything under control, and certainly wouldn’t be caught off guard next time.

  I had no doubt there would be a next time.

  Someone was after Jax’s squadron, and the thought of something happening to him made my heart squeeze. Refusing to allow my mind to go there, I reached for the glass of amber liquid, my hand still slightly shaking. I lifted it to my mouth. Tilting my head back, I drank it all in one gulp, shuddering and grimacing as the hot, rather awful tasting liquid went down, burning my throat and leaving a warm trail of sensation following it. The warmth burgeoned in my belly and in a matter of moments, I began to feel a greater sense of calm. I placed the empty glass back down on the bedside table. With a sigh, I removed the towel wrapped around me and slipped into bed, naked.

  In a matter of moments I felt an overwhelming sensation of lethargy overtake me. I still wasn’t sure whether I should stay or go, but for the moment, I opted to stay. If things got really dangerous, or if anything like this happened again, I would have to leave. It wasn’t just a matter of my own safety. I knew that if Jax was more worried about my safety than his, I would distract him from his ability to be aware of, or even prepare for another attack on his life.

  Half between sleep and wakefulness, I tried to still my racing thoughts. Perhaps in the morning, I would feel better. I tried to focus my mind on our lovemaking on the beach, and I succeeded for several moments as the sensations those memories evoked pushed thoughts of crazy gunmen and terrorists out of my mind.

  Just before I dropped over the edge into sleep, I had an overwhelming feeling that, come what may, Jax would do his best to keep me safe. The thought brought a smile to my lips as I sank into a deep but fitful sleep.

  End of Part 2

  To Be Continued in Part 3…

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