Moonlight and Margaritas (36 page)

She pulled her hand away and gasped again.  The too-familiar sticky feeling threatened to send her over the edge.  It was like Joey.  Just like Joey.  She held her shaking, red-stained hand out in front of her as her eyes began to blur.  Was it her blood or Joey's?  She suddenly remembered she needed to get help for him.  "Joey's going to die."  She looked at the brute, feeling more and more helpless.  "Am I going to die?"  

"Shit."  The man next to her pulled her favorite black jacket down her arm as he cursed.  "She's been hit." 

Why had she worn that jacket anyway?  It had been so warm out.  She really hadn't needed it.  And now it had a big gaping hole in the fabric.  Just like her life.

The inside of the car tilted, and she reached out, trying to grab something to steady her.

Max caught her hands, holding them.  "There's glass stuck in her," he said, sounding as though he was talking through a tunnel. 

"Get us out of here, Max.  She's going into shock." 

She slipped toward the voice next to her as a car door slammed shut.

"I'm on it, Jase."

Jase?  She mumbled and winced as someone prodded her injured arm.  "Where's Joey?"  She leaned against the body next to her, finding the comfort she'd been searching for.  Warm arms circled around her, pulling her close.

It was Joey.  He was here.  He'd keep her safe.  She let herself fade into oblivion.

Cindy Stark lives with her family and a sweet Border Collie named Boo in a small town shadowed by the Rocky Mountains.  She currently writes romantic suspense, contemporary romances, and young adult paranormals. 

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