Colton 911: Family Under Fire. Jane Godman
her wanted to crumble, but she squared her shoulders. “Did you get a good look at him?”
“No.” He grimaced. “I was too busy running away when he tried to run me down.”
“Everett!” She moved closer, pushing him down onto the sofa. “Why didn’t you tell me this straight away? Are you badly hurt? Did you call 911?”
He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, a slight smile touching his lips. “I’m not badly hurt. Just stiff, because my muscles took a pounding when I rolled away from the vehicle. I didn’t call 911, but I got a picture of the car and I sent it to Casey. And I didn’t tell you straight away because—”
“You didn’t want to worry me?” She knew it was true, so why did it hurt?
“Partly. But also because it was important to settle Kennedy.” He tilted his head back to get a better look at her. “Because she comes first from now on. Right?”
“Of course.” She curled into a corner of the sofa, all thoughts of sleep long gone. “This guy must be linked to the parcel that came for Kennedy.”
“I was prepared to keep an open mind about that…until he drove straight at me. And since we already have a dangerous situation, it seems safe to assume they could be connected. After that, I figured he could be a bad guy. Don’t ask me why. Just a bizarre hunch.” As she glared at him, he held up his hands. “Sorry. I don’t mean to sound like I’m taking this lightly. It’s just been a long day, you know?”
“I know.” Her own sigh was even heavier. “I’ve been right here with you.”
Everett had forgotten how refreshing he always found the sight of Alyssa in the mornings. With her hair caught back in a ponytail, her eyes bright and her skin soft and glowing, she looked like an advertisement for good health. He’d always thought of her as a golden girl. Petite, blonde, with those glorious eyes and wide, full lips.
He was also having trouble concentrating on anything other than the way she filled her gray fleece pajamas. She looked a lot like someone he wanted to hug. For a very long time.
Kennedy appeared to have recovered from her teething problems and was seated in her high chair, splashing in a bowl of oatmeal.
“What are the plans for today?” Everett clutched a mug of coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter.
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