Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was shaking her head at something he was saying. Hardy slowed and watched the two as he quietly approached. Jonah raised his hands and gestured emphatically. Hardy’s face flushed with heat. Jonah waved his arms wildly. Hardy’s pulse hammered in his chest. But then, when Jonah actually reached forward and grabbed Miracle by her upper arms and shook her, Hardy saw red and fury exploded in his stomach. Slamming on the brakes, Hardy stopped right in the middle of the street, pushed the gearshift into park and leapt out. He practically ran to Miracle’s side. Jonah heard him coming. He turned toward Hardy just as Hardy’s body left the ground and flew through the air like a missile, knocking Jonah against the side of the house. Hardy heard the breath leave Jonah’s lungs in a whoosh before they both fell to the concrete porch. In the back of his mind, Hardy knew Miracle was saying something to him, but he was blinded by his rage, thinking only of tearing Jonah limb from limb for daring to lay a finger on Miracle.
