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“Come on.” Dillon pulled me to my feet. “Time for us to get some sleep, too.”

“We can’t all sleep in that same bedroom,” I pointed out.

“We’ll take the room next door.”

I hugged and kissed both Kodee and Ryan goodnight, and followed Dillon into the spare bedroom. After the antics of that afternoon, I sensed we were both far too worn out to attempt anything else, and anyway, it felt weird knowing Timmo was only across the hall.

Instead, we curled up in each other’s arms and gave in to sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Kodee

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I WOKE TO THE DISTANT, low purr of an engine and the crunch of tires on dirt.

I bolted upright, instantly alert, and reached for the bag down the side of the bed, where I’d left my gun. My fingers closed around the cool metal, and I picked it up, already feeling safer with the weight of the weapon in my hand.

Who the fuck was here?

“Ryan,” I hissed, jabbing him in the side with my elbow. “Put your leg on. Someone’s here.”

Like me, he was instantly awake. “What?”

“A car has pulled up somewhere outside. I heard the engine right before whoever is driving turned it off.”

“Shit.”

He worked quickly, pulling the sleeve up over his stump and then clicking on his prosthesis.

“We’ve got to tell Dillon and Rue.” I worried about them sleeping deeply in the room next door, completely unaware of the danger—assuming whoever had arrived in the middle of the night meant us harm.

Ryan picked up his gun. “Go. I’ll cover you.”

With my weapon in my hand, I ducked low, in case someone started shooting through the window, and ran out into the hallway.

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