CHP 14 - First Thing First

Kincaid was sure if there was true hell anywhere; it couldn’t be more torturous than this.

Getting shot. On the verge of collapsing. Being prodded by a gorgeous woman with flying hair that looked oddly familiar. Holes in him that hurt like a sonofabitch.

Yes, he was sure he could smell the brimstone already.

He held on tight to consciousness that seemed intent on slipping from his grip. He couldn’t black out.

If he was thinking right, he wouldn’t have made himself vulnerable by unveiling his hiding spot when he grabbed her ankles. A saner Kincaid would know that he had no way of overpowering his opponents if they had been the ones that came for him. Not when he was so weak that he could barely lift his limbs.

But he had been weak and the loss of blood seemed to have affected his thinking as well. Not only had he grabbed the intruder’s ankles. In his rage at his powerlessness and the person approaching; he tackled the person to deliver a blow that would knock the person out. Yeah,