Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
The limo swerved, and for a moment he worried the driver would regain control.
That was when the big black car fishtailed, the awful sound of metal against concrete filling the air. And the limo veered off the road, rolling down the hill to a stop. It sat precariously on its side.
His mom managed to stop the Jeep and not roll down the hill. TJ was out in a heartbeat, his mom and uncle coming right behind him.
“Lou,” he yelled out. Let her be okay. He kept his SIG at the ready because he had no idea how many guns he would be facing.
Just let Lou be okay. He couldn’t be the reason Lou died.
“I’ll take the driver, you two get whoever’s in the back,” his mom called out. “And we need to move because someone’s going to call the cops, and I know Big Tag’s going to want a word with whoever’s in there.”
“Take them alive if you can,” Liam said quietly. He moved around the limo so they had a gun on both sides of the vehicle.
The driver’s side window opened, and two feminine hands came up. “Hello. I’m coming out. I’m not armed. Well, I am, but I’m not going to use it.”
A blonde head followed the open hands, and TJ frowned because he knew that face. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of years, but Samantha Knight looked almost the same as the last time he’d been in London.
“Sami?” He was confused.
“Hello, TJ. Long time no see.” She gave him a brilliant smile and then frowned. “No. I’m not going to do that, Ollie. Mrs. Taggart is here. No, TJ’s mom. You know I adore her. And Liam O’Donnell, if I’m not mistaken.” Sami turned back to them. “Ollie wants me to try to take you out. In a nonlethal fashion, of course. He’s high on something, I’m sure because that would never work. You know my brother. He thinks far too highly of himself.”
“Where’s Lou?” TJ didn’t lower the weapon. He had no idea why Damon Knight’s kids were here, but they had Lou.
“I’m here.” She started to climb out of the back window. “I’m okay. I put on my seatbelt when I realized what you were going to do.”
“You could have bloody well told me,” a very British voice said. “I might have a concussion. And this suit is perfectly ruined. It wasn’t cheap, you know.”
Liam moved in, frowning. “Bloody Brits. I haven’t had any breakfast, boy, so you should start talking. I’m already in a bad mood.”
TJ holstered his SIG and raced to pull Lou out of the limo. He wrapped his arms around her, carrying her from the wreckage. Relief poured through him. She was alive. She didn’t seem to be hurt.
“Serves you right.” Sami climbed out and brushed her hands down her shirt, trying to straighten it. She seemed very peppy for someone who’d survived an accident. “It’s nothing compared to what Papa is going to do to you when he finds out you kidnapped Louisa Ward and got caught doing it. Just so everyone understands, this was not my idea, but does James Bond over there listen to good advice?”
Liam offered Oliver his hand.
His mom had holstered her gun, too. She moved to the young blonde and looked her over. Their families had ties. His father was good friends with one of the London team’s longest working members, a man named Russell Seeger, though he went by Robert. He and TJ’s dad had survived some seriously bad shit together, and the bond had held over the years. When they visited Robert and his wife, Ariel, in London, he and his sister would often spend time with Damon Knight’s kids, Oliver and Archie, and the youngest, Samantha. “You okay, kid?”
It didn’t look like Archie was here.
Sami said something, but TJ was too busy checking Lou for injuries. Now that he knew she was alive, he was practically frantic. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they were friendlies. What’s going on? I didn’t know you knew the Knights.”
Had he made a horrible mistake?
“Knights? Like the guy who runs the London office?” Lou adjusted her glasses and tried to straighten her dress.
She was wearing her boob dress. It was the sexiest thing she owned. It showed off the swell of her breasts, and he could barely think when she wore that dress. “You wore your boob dress on a breakfast date?”
“In her defense, we didn’t actually get to breakfast,” a cultured British voice said. Oliver Knight had a small gash on his jawline but otherwise managed to look perfectly smooth, despite the fact he was standing in a wrecked limo.
Lou’s eyes had widened. “Boob dress?”
“Yes, it’s the one that shows off your boobs. Where are your shoes, baby?” TJ asked.
Liam managed to get Oliver out of the limo and onto solid ground. “I think they’re in here. Oh, is that whiskey I smell?”