Only You by Susan May Warren

A noise sounded—footsteps on the deck. A muffled grunt.

She hustled behind the truck and ducked down, held her breath.

Okay, maybe this was a bad idea.

The steps came closer.

She felt on the ground around her and found a decent-sized stick. Wrapped her hands around it.

Yep, epically stupid. It was exactly this sort of behavior that got her in over her head.

But she wasn't going to run now—not with the perp just feet away from her.

She stilled, not even breathing.

Heavy steps crunched through the loam and dirt around the back of the truck, and, oh—

"Stop!" She leaped to her feet, holding her stick up. "Don't come any closer!"

He was a big man. Tall, wide-shouldered, wearing a gimme cap, his face shrouded in darkness.

"You're under arrest for...well, whatever you're doing here!"

He stopped and held up his hands.

Then, the villain laughed. Something deep and throaty and it...