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The killer stepped back and rammed her against the pole she’d been tied to. Pain exploded along her shoulder blades, but she ignored it and held on.
He reached up and got a hand in her hair. He yanked her forward and over his shoulder.
Crap. She hit the deck flat on her back. The air rushed out of her and she groaned.
“You don’t hurt her.” Park charged, his face looking like death.
“I’ll do whatever I want to her once you’re dead.”
A wave suddenly splashed over the side of the boat, and the men slipped on the wet deck. They fell to the ground, wrestling each other.
But she could see that they were evenly matched, and the water made the fight harder and slippery.
Jenna sat up and battled back a wave of dizziness.
She couldn’t lose Park. She couldn’t let him get hurt. He’d been through so much, and he deserved happiness.
He deserved to live.
Another wave crashed over the side, and she slid across the deck.
She reached out, trying to hold herself in place.
Her fingers closed over something.
The gun.
She whipped it up, and moved onto one knee. She aimed at the wet, wrestling men.
“Olson, let him go,” she yelled.
“No!” the fugitive roared.
She didn’t have a clear shot. With the boat rocking, she’d risk hitting Parker.
Park strained against Olson, then lifted his head and met her gaze.
“Do it,” he said.
Her chest locked.
“I trust you, Jenna. Take the shot.”
She pulled the trigger and fired.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
He felt the heat of the bullet.
Park watched Olson slam back onto the deck. Jenna had shot him in the shoulder.
Olson snarled and shifted. She stepped forward and shot him in the other shoulder.
Park grinned at her.God, she was something. “I really like watching you work, Marshal Sheridan.”
She smiled back at him. Her face was swollen, and it would bruise, but she’d never looked more beautiful to him.
He moved, ignoring the pain in his body. He then took great pleasure in tightening his fist and punching Olson in the face. The man flopped back on the deck with a low moan.