UPDATE: Congrats to Miranda for winning the signed copy of FATED!
Welcome to the Year of the Rabbit Blog Hop! This time we used a random scene generator and my characters are: a Bounty Hunter, a Hitman and a Cowboy. Three adjectives to describe them: Weathered, Harried and Stubborn. The scene takes place in a Library. The first line has to be: Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend. Also, this line of dialogue has to be used: “Why don’t you take off your shirt?”
Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend. Bonnie Pearce steadied her gun, winding around stacks of books. The town library at midnight was spookier than she’d expected. Pure stubbornness kept her moving forward. She’d shot her prey outside, which accounted for the bloody prints.
Soft light glinted off metal racks, winding down from high above skylights. The moon. Full and bright.
A hand clapped on her shoulder, jerking her behind a row of adult fiction. She bit back a yelp. Twirling, she leveled her gun on a broad chest. Her gaze rose to a hard cut face under a battered Stetson. Temper swirled at the base of her skull. “Damn it,” she hissed. “I told you to stay at the ranch.”
Grey eyes narrowed in a weathered face. “Darlin’. If you’re in danger here, I’m in danger here.” Walker’s voice, rough and deep, shivered right down her spine. Sexy as hell. And just as deadly.
She glared at Walker Jameson, the one man who could ignite her body with a look. “You’re on leave, cowboy. I’m not.” Of course, the second he found out about the baby, he’d probably request she take a leave of absence from bounty hunting. Yeah, request. Like the man ever requested anything.
“Yeah? Why don’t you take off your shirt?” She smiled without any humor. He’d been shot merely a week ago…no way had he healed completely.
“Take yours off.” Lethal charm coated his smile even as he angled her to the side. “Where is this bastard?”
“Young adult fiction.” She tilted her head. They’d been tracking Mason Jones for almost a month. The well trained hitman had put a bullet in Walker. She’d felt damn good returning the favor.
The rack teetered. A body shot forward, tackling her into Walker.
Walker growled, bringing the butt of his gun down on Mason’s head. The hulking killer dropped to the side, out cold. Lines cut into his harried face…running from them had obviously taken a toll. Blue and red lights swirled outside right before the swat team rushed inside, guns drawn.
“Well.” Bonnie shoved to her feet. “You called for back-up.”
“Not for Mason.” Walker kicked the hitman to the side.
She stilled. “For what?”
“For you. We’re quitting, sweetheart.”
The baby. He knew about the baby. “Why?”
“I’m tired of getting shot at. I own the ranch, we can work it.” Walker grabbed her hand, sliding a diamond solitaire on her finger. “Settle down…maybe have a couple of kids someday. What do you say?”
Bonnie glanced around at the unmoving swat team, their tough faces expectant. She smiled. “Someday’s coming sooner than you think, cowboy. I say yes.”