those aren't four-legged predators out there. Like I told you yesterday, we didn't clean out that viper's nest completely. Some escaped. They will be hot on our heels and determined to send us to Hell and anyone else along the way. This is what we do."
"He's right. Let's roll."
"But your leg…" Lily protested only to have Dillon silence her with a glare.
"May slow me down a hair, but that's all." He tugged Lily's pajama sleeve, indicating she should follow him, sticking to the dark. Her Glock remained at the ready, although at this point she hadn't a clue what good it would do. Between the three handguns she knew Cale carried and Dillon's rifle, it would take an army to make it inside for her to even have a chance to nick one.
Cale disappeared out the front, the door shutting silently behind him.
She sent up a quick prayer that he would return safe and sound, fear twisting her belly into a ball, realizing that he could be killed right before her eyes. If such a horrific event happened, she would never have another opportunity to express her feelings for him.
Dillon led her back to the kitchen, indicating for her to remain silent and out of sight.
Tense moments passed while Lily sat and waited for something, anything to happen. The waiting and suspense set her nerves on edge. She forced the panic down, hoping to absorb the confidence Dillon showed.
This can't be happening. People like her didn't find themselves in the middle of some gun battle with criminals. They lived boring and dull lives. Each year, they cooked Thanksgiving dinner and the largest worry they had would be if the turkey was dry or undercooked. If they should put the stuffing inside the bird or cook it separate to help prevent food poisoning. If she wanted the gun and knife club, she would have moved to the big city and worked at a large hospital, seeing victim after victim enter through those emergency room doors covered in blood and fighting to survive. No. Her life was supposed to be calm and peaceful, living with her cats in the middle of nowhere, growing a vegetable garden and watching baby bunnies eat her cherry tomatoes.
Dillon kept vigil out the window, every once in a while moving smoothly to check out other vantage points. With stealth and silence, he watched outside, more than once raising his rifle to look down the scope.
Just when her stretched nerves threatened to break, a sharp whistle broke the air, resembling the cry of a hawk soaring in the sky. Another followed, this time, the cry of a purple martin. Finally, a quail answered.
Perplexed, Lily slid closer to the front door, eager to peek out and discover what the obvious signals meant.
"Stand down." Dillon called, lowering his rifle, though still grasping it close. His gaze left the window to glance her direction. "That's the all clear. You can set your weapon down now."
With a nod, Lily lightly placed the Glock on the kitchen countertop, anxiously awaiting Cale's return. Dozens of questions raced through her mind, demanding answers.
A click of the front door signified Cale's return. Racing over, Lily threw herself into his arms, hugging him with the strength of her feelings for him and the immense relief that he appeared safe and sound. Leaning back, she quickly surveyed him for damage. Seeing none, she hugged him all the tighter.
Cale's arm wrapped around her, squeezing in return. His free hand slipped the dull black handgun back into the holster at his lower back. "I'm okay." Air brushed against her ear as he whispered to her.
"I was so worried." She felt a kiss to her crown and basked happily.
Dillon hobbled over, gimpy but without the assistance of his crutches, flicking the kitchen light on. "Warriors?"
Cale nodded, releasing Lily, a wry grin on his face. "Surprised the hell out of me, too. Nearly stumble over Night laying in wait. Good thing he's on our side or I would have had a fight on my hands."
Dillon chuckled, looking to the front door. "Where is
"He's right. Let's roll."
"But your leg…" Lily protested only to have Dillon silence her with a glare.
"May slow me down a hair, but that's all." He tugged Lily's pajama sleeve, indicating she should follow him, sticking to the dark. Her Glock remained at the ready, although at this point she hadn't a clue what good it would do. Between the three handguns she knew Cale carried and Dillon's rifle, it would take an army to make it inside for her to even have a chance to nick one.
Cale disappeared out the front, the door shutting silently behind him.
She sent up a quick prayer that he would return safe and sound, fear twisting her belly into a ball, realizing that he could be killed right before her eyes. If such a horrific event happened, she would never have another opportunity to express her feelings for him.
Dillon led her back to the kitchen, indicating for her to remain silent and out of sight.
Tense moments passed while Lily sat and waited for something, anything to happen. The waiting and suspense set her nerves on edge. She forced the panic down, hoping to absorb the confidence Dillon showed.
This can't be happening. People like her didn't find themselves in the middle of some gun battle with criminals. They lived boring and dull lives. Each year, they cooked Thanksgiving dinner and the largest worry they had would be if the turkey was dry or undercooked. If they should put the stuffing inside the bird or cook it separate to help prevent food poisoning. If she wanted the gun and knife club, she would have moved to the big city and worked at a large hospital, seeing victim after victim enter through those emergency room doors covered in blood and fighting to survive. No. Her life was supposed to be calm and peaceful, living with her cats in the middle of nowhere, growing a vegetable garden and watching baby bunnies eat her cherry tomatoes.
Dillon kept vigil out the window, every once in a while moving smoothly to check out other vantage points. With stealth and silence, he watched outside, more than once raising his rifle to look down the scope.
Just when her stretched nerves threatened to break, a sharp whistle broke the air, resembling the cry of a hawk soaring in the sky. Another followed, this time, the cry of a purple martin. Finally, a quail answered.
Perplexed, Lily slid closer to the front door, eager to peek out and discover what the obvious signals meant.
"Stand down." Dillon called, lowering his rifle, though still grasping it close. His gaze left the window to glance her direction. "That's the all clear. You can set your weapon down now."
With a nod, Lily lightly placed the Glock on the kitchen countertop, anxiously awaiting Cale's return. Dozens of questions raced through her mind, demanding answers.
A click of the front door signified Cale's return. Racing over, Lily threw herself into his arms, hugging him with the strength of her feelings for him and the immense relief that he appeared safe and sound. Leaning back, she quickly surveyed him for damage. Seeing none, she hugged him all the tighter.
Cale's arm wrapped around her, squeezing in return. His free hand slipped the dull black handgun back into the holster at his lower back. "I'm okay." Air brushed against her ear as he whispered to her.
"I was so worried." She felt a kiss to her crown and basked happily.
Dillon hobbled over, gimpy but without the assistance of his crutches, flicking the kitchen light on. "Warriors?"
Cale nodded, releasing Lily, a wry grin on his face. "Surprised the hell out of me, too. Nearly stumble over Night laying in wait. Good thing he's on our side or I would have had a fight on my hands."
Dillon chuckled, looking to the front door. "Where is
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