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porch, he had her nervous and doubting and worried. Something about having him on guard all the time sucked all the calm out of her.
She stepped up to the front door and dialed Tyler’s number one more time, thinking to give him warning that she was about to ring the doorbell. She glanced over at Shane, expecting to see him inspecting the doorjamb for booby traps or something, but he wasn’t standing there. Her hand dropped and she turned around. It didn’t take long to pick him out. He paced the front lawn and stopped in front of one of the windows.
“We have a problem.” He delivered the comment the way other people would read a grocery list, in an even tone. No panic.
That was fine, since she sensed she was about to panic enough for both of them. “Another one?”
“Is Tyler messy?”
The question didn’t make any sense. “I don’t understand—”
“Yeah, we have company.” Shane raced past her, taking the porch steps two at a time and rammed his shoulder into the door. The wood cracked and the hinges creaked. On the second hit, the door flew open.
He stormed in and she followed. As soon as she stepped into the family room, her body froze. Ripped sofa cushions, smashed lamps. Someone had torn this place apart.
A bang sounded in the back of the house. She could see through to the kitchen and the open back door. Before she could yell to Shane, he was off. Her heartbeat sped up and fear clogged every pore. Oddly, she’d grown accustomed to the sensation—the rough breathing and anxiety slamming through her—and that scared her. She’d spent her entire life avoiding violence, and now it kept landing right in front of her.
She made it to the back door and stopped with her hands balanced against either side of the doorjamb. The backyard was empty except for the garage, and that looked to be locked. She needed some sign of Shane. To see his hair or those shoulders, anything to confirm he was fine.
But nothing bounced back to her but the usual sounds of a neighborhood. Cars in the distance and music playing in the house a few doors down. At least no gunfire. She winced and waited for it, but it never came.
“He’s gone.”
At the sound of Shane’s voice behind her, she spun around. He stood in the open front door with his gun down by his side. Not winded, but the severe frown suggested he wasn’t happy he’d lost the guy he was chasing.
“Did you see him?” she asked as soon as her ability to speak returned.
“Dark clothes. Male build.” Shane closed the door and came the whole way inside. “Nothing else.”
She glanced around at the open kitchen cabinets and shredded books and papers all over the floor. It looked as if a hurricane had moved through, but they had a bigger problem than bad housekeeping. “Where’s Tyler?”
“Good question.” Shane’s gaze went to the stairs. “What’s up there?”
“Everything.”
“I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll check it out.” Shane’s sneaker hit the bottom step just as the back door flew open.
Makena felt the punch of warm air at her back. She meant to pivot, but an arm wrapped around her neck and yanked her body back. A gun appeared right by her head and aimed at Shane. Not that it shook him. He maintained a fighting stance only a few feet away, as if daring the attacker to shoot.
“Who are you?”
The male voice whizzed by Makena’s ear and she nearly collapsed in relief. She recognized their guest, only he wasn’t that. “You’re okay.”
Shane didn’t even twitch. “Let her go or I will put you down.”
The band around her throat eased, but she didn’t step away. Not until she made sure Shane didn’t put a hole in the guy. It was his house after all. “Shane, it’s fine.”
Tyler frowned. “Who are you?”
“The guy who is going to shoot you if you don’t stand away from Makena.”
There were too many armed men in the room. Last thing she needed was to step into the middle of a battle between these
She stepped up to the front door and dialed Tyler’s number one more time, thinking to give him warning that she was about to ring the doorbell. She glanced over at Shane, expecting to see him inspecting the doorjamb for booby traps or something, but he wasn’t standing there. Her hand dropped and she turned around. It didn’t take long to pick him out. He paced the front lawn and stopped in front of one of the windows.
“We have a problem.” He delivered the comment the way other people would read a grocery list, in an even tone. No panic.
That was fine, since she sensed she was about to panic enough for both of them. “Another one?”
“Is Tyler messy?”
The question didn’t make any sense. “I don’t understand—”
“Yeah, we have company.” Shane raced past her, taking the porch steps two at a time and rammed his shoulder into the door. The wood cracked and the hinges creaked. On the second hit, the door flew open.
He stormed in and she followed. As soon as she stepped into the family room, her body froze. Ripped sofa cushions, smashed lamps. Someone had torn this place apart.
A bang sounded in the back of the house. She could see through to the kitchen and the open back door. Before she could yell to Shane, he was off. Her heartbeat sped up and fear clogged every pore. Oddly, she’d grown accustomed to the sensation—the rough breathing and anxiety slamming through her—and that scared her. She’d spent her entire life avoiding violence, and now it kept landing right in front of her.
She made it to the back door and stopped with her hands balanced against either side of the doorjamb. The backyard was empty except for the garage, and that looked to be locked. She needed some sign of Shane. To see his hair or those shoulders, anything to confirm he was fine.
But nothing bounced back to her but the usual sounds of a neighborhood. Cars in the distance and music playing in the house a few doors down. At least no gunfire. She winced and waited for it, but it never came.
“He’s gone.”
At the sound of Shane’s voice behind her, she spun around. He stood in the open front door with his gun down by his side. Not winded, but the severe frown suggested he wasn’t happy he’d lost the guy he was chasing.
“Did you see him?” she asked as soon as her ability to speak returned.
“Dark clothes. Male build.” Shane closed the door and came the whole way inside. “Nothing else.”
She glanced around at the open kitchen cabinets and shredded books and papers all over the floor. It looked as if a hurricane had moved through, but they had a bigger problem than bad housekeeping. “Where’s Tyler?”
“Good question.” Shane’s gaze went to the stairs. “What’s up there?”
“Everything.”
“I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll check it out.” Shane’s sneaker hit the bottom step just as the back door flew open.
Makena felt the punch of warm air at her back. She meant to pivot, but an arm wrapped around her neck and yanked her body back. A gun appeared right by her head and aimed at Shane. Not that it shook him. He maintained a fighting stance only a few feet away, as if daring the attacker to shoot.
“Who are you?”
The male voice whizzed by Makena’s ear and she nearly collapsed in relief. She recognized their guest, only he wasn’t that. “You’re okay.”
Shane didn’t even twitch. “Let her go or I will put you down.”
The band around her throat eased, but she didn’t step away. Not until she made sure Shane didn’t put a hole in the guy. It was his house after all. “Shane, it’s fine.”
Tyler frowned. “Who are you?”
“The guy who is going to shoot you if you don’t stand away from Makena.”
There were too many armed men in the room. Last thing she needed was to step into the middle of a battle between these
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