Free Collateral Damage by J.L. Saint

uncomfortable here, I wouldn’t mind meeting you at the Mad Jamoca Coffee House out on the main road. Oh, and here’s your newspaper.”
    She hesitated only a moment then unlatched and opened the door. The dogs ran into the house, and she grasped the rolled paper from him, carefully avoiding contact with his hand. She’d obviously experienced the same zinger he had.
    “No, here is fine.” She looked at him oddly. “Sasha and Sam never accept someone that quickly.”
    “Dogs find me irresistible.” He lowered his voice to a conspiring whisper, aiming to put her at ease. “It’s an alpha thing.” Which was true, but was totally outrageous for him to claim.
    She shook her head, but he could see the corners of her full mouth lift slightly in response to his grin. He found himself wondering just how much sexier her real smile would be and axed the thought quick, wondering what in the hell was wrong with him. She stepped back and motioned him inside. “I’m waiting on a repairman to— Oh God, you made me forget for a moment. My house has been ransacked. I need to call the police.”
    “What?” Jack asked, about to enter the house. Suddenly the sixth sense niggling at him mushroomed into a bomb of warning. He whipped around and saw a ski-masked, black clad man running toward them from the shadows of the trees. The man had a Sig Sauer P226 Blackwater Tatical with a kick-ass silencer pointed their way. Jack recognized the weapon because he had the exact same 9mm pistol tucked in the back of his jeans. Only Jack’s silencer was way smaller, which meant this guy had experience and meant business.
    Damn. Not a good day when someone else was better equipped and got the drop on you. The wood on the door jamb to Jack’s right splintered before he could move.
    “Get down!” Jack reached for his gun and plowed himself into the woman, knocking them back into the house. Bullets ripped across the door and shattered the side glass panels. As he fell with the woman, he wrapped one arm around her and twisted in order to take the brunt of the fall.
    Pain wrenched his back as he landed hard. He squeezed two shots at the threat coming their way, aiming much lower than he should have. The bullets would hit the ground, but damn it, this was a neighborhood. He didn’t want bullets going anywhere but into the bastard shooting at them. No collateral damage on his watch.
    Before the man could return fire, Jack kicked the door closed; feeling damn glad the house was brick. Their only vulnerability would be the windows and the wood.
    A quick glance around revealed a large mahogany hallstand on the right. With an adrenaline-charged push, he rose up and sent the heavy stand tipping over. It slammed against the front door and wedged it shut. The muscle strain left his arms shaking. He slid back to shield the woman with his body as two more bullets hit the door.
    Barking loudly, the Shepherds came running around the corner.
    “Stop! Lay!” Jack shouted. The dogs obeyed slightly, whining as they dropped close to the floor, but still inched toward them. He prayed they wouldn’t get shot. It was the best he could do to keep them safe.
    “Who’s shooting at you?” the woman cried. Semi-squashed beneath him, she sounded seriously confused and panicked. She tried to wiggle away, making him even more aware of her soft curves.
    “Me? This is your house.” Jack kept searching for the intruder from every angle he could stretch.
    “You’re the one with a gun.” Her tone of voice clearly accused him of bringing this disaster on her.
    Was she serious? “That gun happens to be saving your ass at the moment,” he hissed as she shifted and brushed something he shouldn’t even be aware of at the moment. Damn. He craned his neck, searching out the shattered windowpane for signs of the shooter.
    “This just can’t be happening.” She pushed up from the floor.
    “It is.” He urged her back down. “Keep your head low and move with me to the