A Touch of Spring by Evie Hunter Read Free Book Online

never would. She had only met him a few times, but somehow, she knew this man. Whatever he promised, he would do. And he would never let her down. Never.
    A smile curved her mouth, and she didn't care that she must look like an idiot, grinning away while her man was rolling around on the floor, trying to wrench the gun off a muscular Russian with murder in his eyes.
    Roz took a step forward, planning to help him. A good kick at the right time could go a long way towards deciding the fight. A yank on her arm jerked her back.
    “Come with me, you stupid bitch,” Frida hissed. She yanked Roz towards the control panel. “Men are useless.”
    Roz pulled back, but the pain almost knocked her over. Her arms felt three times their real size and throbbed with a sick vicious pulse.
    Frida dragged her over to the door and peered at the operator’s panel. “My first boyfriend showed me how to do this,” she told Roz, and stabbed a button. With a hiss, the doors slid apart, allowing the glacial Alpine air into the cable-car.
    Roz realised that Frida intended to push her out, and Andy couldn’t help her. He was still rolling across the floor with Gorev.
    Frida dragged her closer to the door, which yawed open almost the width of the cable-car. Far below, the frozen glacier gleamed, pristine and deadly. No amount of parkour skills would enable her to survive a drop like that.
    Adrenaline flooded her, so that it seemed she moved in slow motion when she hooked a foot around the bar beside the door and yanked her arm free from Frida's grip. Roz lashed out, and though pain flared brightly, her blow landed. Frida staggered, her goggles askew and a snarl on her perfect mouth.
    “You bitch,” she said, before she rushed at Roz and pushed her.
    The force behind it almost rocked Roz off her feet, and she struggled to keep her footing, all too aware of the sheer drop behind her. Although there was a rail all around the cable-car, as well as posts and hand straps dangling from the roof, she couldn’t trust her poor abused hands to grip any of them securely.
    The cable car reached a support pylon and swung forwards before crossing it and dropping backwards with a stomach churning drop. But the momentum of the swing was all Roz needed to let her shift position and move away from the door.
    She got a quick impression of the two men still rolling on the floor, but now Andy was on top. Masculine grunts and curses were loud in the silence of the mountain.
    She put her head down and charged at Frida, shoving her backwards into the car, away from the door, and pinning her against the wall. The Swiss woman hit the wall with a satisfying thump and yelped.
    Roz brought her leg up and kneed the hand which held the gun, knocking it to the floor.
    Now let's see how tough you are, bitch.
    All the fear and rage of the past two days welled up, giving Roz the strength of two women as she kicked and pounded at Frida.
    “Tie me up, would you?” Thump.
    “Threaten Andy, would you?” Kick.
    “Drag me up a mountain?” Head-butt.
    “Toss me out of a cable car? Yeah right.” Punch.
    The silence behind her distracted her. Roz looked around and saw that Andy was there, grinning like a proud parent, while Gorev lay unconscious at his feet.
    “Would you like to give me a hand here?” she snapped.
    He grinned, displaying a dimple in his lean cheek. Really, was the man totally perfect?
    “Are you kidding? You look like you’re doing just fine.”
    And she was, she realised. There was something about working together like this that just felt so right.
    “Don't just stand there, pick up the gun and tie her up,” she told him.
    He saluted her, without a trace of mockery. “Yes, ma'am.”
    In economical movements, he tied up both of the conspirators. “Now we can enjoy the view on the way down.”
    And he kissed her.
    She had a moment where she wanted to protest, then forgot it. Who cared about the stupid view?
     

Chapter Six
    Roz stared at the walls of the