Jenna Ryan

Dakota Marshal


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thinned. “You told him I threatened you.”

      “You did.”

      “I called you up, told you you’d pay for what you’d done. And, by God, you will.” He took a menacing step closer, sank his fingers in deeper. “You don’t know squat about farm animals. Hell, you couldn’t wrestle a colt from its mama’s belly if your life depended on it.”

      She wouldn’t back down, would not give him the satisfaction of reacting to the vicious gleam in his eyes. “I think I could probably do a lot of things under those circumstances.”

      His scowl became a sneer, and he yanked her toward him.

      “You talk a good game, Dr. Norris, but deep down I reckon you’re really a spineless little city girl who should have stayed in Chicago.” Another jerk, another fruitless attempt to free herself. Fear didn’t so much tickle now as grip her insides.

      He bared his teeth in a leer. “Maybe I can think of a fair payment, after all.”

      She caught the whisper of movement in her peripheral vision while she was lining up a determined left to his barely visible Adam’s apple. A hand descended on her shoulder, and a voice emerged from the darkness next to her.

      “I think that’s enough manhandling for one night, pal.”

      Shock kept Alessandra’s fist balled as she snapped her head around to regard the profile of none other than Gabriel McBride.

      His expression remained amiable, but the hand that reached out to yank the breeder’s startled fingers away did so with no small amount of force.

      Alessandra felt rather than saw Frank Hawley’s sputtering outrage.

      “Who the hell are you?”

      “Who’s not important. What is…” McBride’s slight movement had the breeder sliding his eyes downward. Lightning illuminated both the Glock and the badge at the waistband of McBride’s jeans.

      “You’re a cop?”

      “Close enough to haul you in for attempting to harm the lady beside me.”

      “That lady’s a killer,” Hawley spat.

      “Makes two of us. You’ve got five seconds to disappear. On six, you’re coming with me.”

      Hawley showed his teeth again, this time in a snarl. He raised a finger, started to jab it, then curled it back and swung away.

      McBride watched and waited through the next thunderbolt before asking, “What the hell did you do to the guy, Alessandra?”

      She pushed his arm away. “Nothing. Let go of me.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      Sighing, she sidestepped him. “Thank you. Now, will you please tell me what you’re doing in South Dakota?”

      The smallest of smiles touched his mouth. “Got a bit of a problem, darlin’.”

      He took one step back and, before she could reach for him, dropped like a stone to the rain-soaked ground.

      Chapter Two

      “No hospitals, Alessandra. No cops. Say it.”

      McBride was hanging on to consciousness by a fine thread. Experience told Alessandra that thread wouldn’t be allowed to snap until she made the required promise.

      He held and shook her wrist. “I need you to say it.”

      There was no decision, really. If she didn’t agree, he wouldn’t let her help him. If she didn’t help him, he’d die.

      “Yes, all right, no cops.”

      “Or hospitals.”

      “I heard you, McBride.” She attempted to lever him up. “I can’t carry you, though. You’ll have to help me.”

      Alessandra used all her strength to get him to his feet and into the clinic—and all her will not to go against her word. He’d been a cop once. Now he was hiding from them. Every shred of common sense she possessed told her to do what was necessary, then walk away. She also knew she wouldn’t listen to it. She never did.

      And so the nightmare would begin.

      HE DIDN’T KNOW where he was because everything had gone black and weird. He felt like he was being dragged over a wet, rocky mountain. Water splashed onto his face, and the whole left side of his body felt numb. Until he took a wrong turn and ran straight into a red-hot knife.

      He heard Alessandra’s voice. It sounded far away. She wanted him to help her.

      Help her with what?

      The darkness was split by twin headlights on a twilight road.

      The pavement was old, chewed up. The guardrail, where it existed, tilted into the canyon below.

      He thought he was driving south, but direction didn’t matter, because suddenly there was a sea of lights, red and flashing. He braked behind one of several ambulances.

      A biker watched from the sidelines. “Bus went through the guardrail,” he said, pointing. “Took the turn too sharp and started to roll.”

      Now McBride heard screams and saw people, wild-eyed and bleeding, as rescue workers assisted or carried them out of the canyon.

      One of them, a man with a heavy accent, was hysterical. A woman sitting close to him had been impaled by a long piece of glass. He’d never seen anyone die before.

      Lucky guy, McBride thought.

      He identified himself to the officers on scene, then, without waiting to be asked, started down.

      More people were being stretchered upward, among them the driver. They didn’t know how many passengers might still be on board, but figured the bus wasn’t going to remain much longer on the ledge where it had landed.

      McBride agreed. The thing was rocking like a drunk ready to topple.

      He skidded down the treacherous slope, spotted a firefighter spraying foam on the undercarriage so flying sparks wouldn’t ignite the fuel tanks.

      “There’s at least two more inside,” the man shouted. “I can’t get them out and stop this sucker from blowing at the same time.”

      Nodding, McBride switched direction. He spied a man, facedown in a patch of scrub. Blood had pooled around his head. He wasn’t breathing.

      But somebody was. Fists pounded on one of the rear panels.

      The only way in was through the front. He had to crawl over the impaled woman and, nearby, an older female who’d been crushed by a row of seats.

      The pounding stopped. He muscled a chunk of twisted metal aside, was about to call out, when a woman’s face appeared.

      She was bruised, filthy and looked to be no more than eighteen years old. He noted both relief and suspicion in her eyes.

      “I’m a cop,” he said, because right then he knew he didn’t look like one. “Detective McBride, Chicago P.D.” The few lights still working illuminated the most amazing pair of gold eyes he’d ever seen. “Is there anyone else?”

      “There was. Now there’s only me.”

      He motioned for her to give him her hands. “We need to get out of here before the tanks blow or this bus goes for a second roll.”

      Once free of the wreck, he kept her ahead of him on the upward climb. She had a truly spectacular butt and mile-long legs to go with it. Her hair was dark, her features nothing short of extraordinary. She was headed for Chicago to become a vet.

      Now how did he know that…?

      A paramedic and a cop, both about to descend, met them at the top. The paramedic took the woman aside. The cop, a friend, began strapping on gear.

      “Figured