Colton by Blood, page 25
Only Louanna, the part-time dispatcher, should be in the building at this hour. Yet a light had just gone out in one of the storage rooms in back. If it was Louanna moving around back there, that would mean she wasn’t doing her duty at the front desk. Didn’t sound like the woman.
Lacie tried to focus on the outside perimeter of the building, though deep pitch-darkness everywhere but at the front kept her from seeing too clearly. Was that something, or someone, moving through the shadows in back?
On pure instinct, her right hand went to the gun at her hip. Now she felt sure something was wrong.
Leaving her car running in Neutral, she quietly stepped out and headed across the parking lot toward the rear of the building. If this was an employee coming back to retrieve something they’d left at work, she would apologize and feel foolish.
But if this were someone breaking in...
Breaking into the sheriff’s offices? Who would be stupid enough or drunk enough to do anything like that? And why?
Adjusting her eyes to the low light coming from the stars and half-moon, Lacie bent at the waist to make herself a smaller target and started through the sage and brush surrounding the building. She heard a slight rustling, and then footsteps against the hard, packed ground. Finally she saw the silhouette of a man, creeping along the edge of the building.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Guess the perpetrator took that as a rhetorical question, because he took off running as if he’d been shot.
Ah, hell. After a day of physical strain doing her job, now she was forced to chase down an intruder?
From what she could see, he was a big guy. But with a lean build. Just her luck, he’d probably be a runner.
“Stop!” Another seemingly useless statement, as he never slowed down. So she set off to catch him across the darkened fields.
Praying to be spared the ankle sprain that could come from accidently stepping into a prairie-dog hole in the dark, she ran full-out. She pumped air into her lungs as a cool night breeze stirred her hair. She pounded across the arid soil.
Soon she was gaining ground on him. But catching up this fast seemed rather odd considering the differences in height and stride. As she closed in, she realized the man had a decided limp to his gait. Thank heaven, or she might have had to face a lot of ribbing from the male deputies when she came up empty-handed.
When she looked up, the guy had disappeared in the darkness. What the heck was he up to?
Just then, she lost her footing and stumbled down an embankment that had appeared out of nowhere. The surprise brought a high-pitched squeal from her mouth and a certainty that her man would be long gone by the time she stopped.
Swallowing her frustration, she tried digging in her heels to stem the fall—without much luck. Then suddenly her forward momentum stopped abruptly. She’d run right into a broad chest and muscled arms.
“Whoa,” a deep voice said out of the night. Was this the same guy she’d been chasing?
Whoever her savior was, he grabbed her upper arms and held her close to stop her from sliding farther down the embankment. “Are you all right?”
In seconds she had her body under control and found purchase in the slippery dust. She pushed back from him, checked the weapon in her holster and then went for the flashlight attached to her belt.
Who was this character? “I’m uninjured,” she mumbled. “I’m the sheriff’s deputy. Identify yourself. Now.”
“Sheriff’s deputy?” The deep voice sounded vaguely familiar, like something out of a dream.
She clicked on the light and shined it up into his face. Gasping at the sight of him, she then found her voice had deserted her.
When she forced enough air back into her lungs to speak, she squeaked, “Colt? Colt Chance, is that you?”
Colt’s voice, the warm, strong voice she’d sworn to always remember, sounded unsure. “Lacie? It can’t be. Did you say sheriff’s deputy?”
His question brought her mind back in focus as she reached for her weapon. “Yes. And you have a lot of questions to answer. You are under arrest.”
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