“You sure about this?”
Her eyes opened slowly.
And hell?—
I felt the answer straight in my chest before she even spoke.
“I’ve been sure since I was sixteen.”
That almost dropped me.
My mouth crashed back into hers before I could stop myself.
Flick laughed softly against my lips through tears and emotion and too much history.
Then suddenly?—
BANG.
Both of us jerked apart instantly.
Ranger instincts detonated through me.
I turned automatically toward the apartment door.
Another bang echoed downstairs.
Not gunfire.
The front tavern door slammed open hard.
Voices erupted below.
Angry voices.
Male.
My body immediately shifted in front of Flick.
Protective.
Weapon already in my hand before conscious thought caught up.
Flick’s breathing turned sharp behind me.
“Hersh—”
“Stay back.”
Every soft thing vanished from me instantly.
Ranger now.
Movement thundered downstairs.
Heavy boots.
Furniture scraping.
