Sharon Sala - Nine Lives

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Cat Dupree’s best friend has been murdered – and no one is going after the killer. It’s up to the tough bounty hunter to get justice for her friend, whatever it takes. Bondsman Wilson MacKay knows the gorgeous blonde is playing a dangerous game and he plans to protect her. Life has taught Cat that she can only rely on herself.But as she pursues the ruthless killer across the Mexican border and into the desert, Wilson is only one step behind. In the dusty heat of the badlands, a quest for revenge is about to become a terrifying stand off. And not everyone’s coming out alive…

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Bitch!he screamed .

Catherine saw the glitter of lamplight on metal; then she saw the hand and arm swinging toward her, like an extension of the knife that was going to end her life .

At that moment her father got up from the floor, staggering toward them and cursing the man who held her, begging him to turn her loose .

Suddenly she was falling .

At first she felt no pain, but within seconds of hitting the floor, the coppery scent of blood was in her nose and her throat was on fire. She grabbed at her neck, thinking she’d been burned, only to find her hands covered in blood .

She looked up just as the assailant grabbed her father and began stabbing him repeatedly in the chest .

She tried to scream, but when she inhaled, she choked .

Her father fell lifelessly to the floor as the assailant jumped over him and ran to the front door. Catherine watched him disappear into the night as she waited to die .

Over and over, she struggled to breathe, then finally, blessedly, everything went dark .

Cat sat straight up in bed, choking and coughing and grabbing her throat, certain that her hands would come away covered in blood. Instead, all she felt was the hard ridge of scar, followed by the certainty that, although she was in her bedroom, she was not alone.

She rolled toward the bedside table, pulling a handgun from the drawer as she turned on the lamp.

Wilson had been dozing in a small, overstuffed chair, but the sudden brightness, coupled with the fact that he was now staring down the barrel of a gun, was better than any alarm clock he’d ever owned.

“Don’t shoot,” he said quickly. “It’s me, Wilson McKay.”

Cat was breathing hard and shaking as she leaned back against the headboard and let the gun fall in her lap.

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?”

He frowned as he eyed the gun lying in her lap.

“Put that thing away,” he muttered, waiting for her to do as he’d asked. When the gun was back in the drawer, he answered. “You nearly passed out in the parking lot of the police department. Good Samaritan that I am, I brought you home, then held you in the parking lot while you threw up on my shoes.”

“Oh Lord,” Cat muttered, but Wilson seemed bothered that she’d pulled a gun on him and wouldn’t stop talking. If he only knew how badly her head was pounding, he would shut the hell up. Trouble was, she couldn’t focus enough to tell him.

“Your neighbors in 6E helped me get you inside the apartment. I put you to bed and gave you some pills—which have obviously broken your fever, because you’re back to your normal bitchy self.”

Cat fell back against the pillows, staring at him in disbelief.

Wilson’s tirade ended as quickly as it had begun. He took a deep breath then stood, walked to the bed and felt her forehead. It was damp, but cooler. The fever was gone.

“Do you need anything?” he asked. “Water? Something for pain?”

She shook her head no, then groaned when the motion made her feel as if the bed was spinning.

“Are you going to be sick to your stomach again?”

“No.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Water?” Her voice sounded weak.

“Not a problem,” he said and took the glass from the table and filled it with cool, fresh water, then carried it back to her bed.

He steadied her as she sipped it, then watched her give in to weakness as she fell back onto the pillow with a thump.

“I feel like shit. What happened?”

Wilson eyed the dark circles beneath her eyes and then laid the back of his hand against her forehead just to make sure the fever had abated.

“I’d guess you picked up some kind of flu bug.”

Cat closed her eyes.

“Not a bug. Nothing that small could possibly be causing this much agony.”

Wilson grinned. Her sense of humor was unexpected. He watched her hand go to her throat, then trace the scar on her neck. His grin died as he remembered how abruptly she’d awakened.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he asked.

He heard her snort. At least it sounded like a snort, but he’d never heard a woman really snort before. It was somewhat surprising, as was most everything else about Catherine Dupree.

“Are there any other kinds?” she asked.

He frowned.

She scrubbed her hands across her face in an effort to wipe away the memory. When she lowered her hands, he realized she was staring straight at him.

“Sorry about the gun. Sometimes my dreams get mixed up with reality.”

“Remind me never to sleep with you,” he said, and when her mouth dropped open, he realized what he’d said. “Well…that’s not exactly what I meant. I just meant that I need to be the one sleeping on this side of the bed, so that when you go for the gun, you have to crawl over me to do it.”

Cat’s cheeks burned.

“Not in this lifetime,” she muttered.

He grinned again, then winked.

“I think you’re well enough to be left on your own now.” He stood up, then dug in his pants pocket and pulled out the little silver charm. “Hold out your hand,”

Cat did so, palm upward. When she saw the glint of silver as he dropped the charm into her hand, her vision blurred.

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