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From the look on Luke’s face, he was having the same problem.

For a moment they both just stood there in the cool morning air with everything unspoken between them like a third person taking up space on the sidewalk.

She opened her mouth.

Before she could speak, a gunshot cracked through the stillness of the morning.

CHAPTER 8

Luke moved before he’d made a conscious decision to move.

He closed the distance between him and Jenna in one stride. Grabbing Jenna’s arm, he drove them both down behind the hood of his truck.

She hit the ground, and he sheltered her body with his own.

Then he went still and listened.

One shot.

He waited for more.

None came.

Not yet.

He scanned the street from his position, but he saw no one.

Quickly, he pulled out his phone and called Sheriff Micah Sutherland.

He picked up on the second ring. “Luke.”

“Gunshot fired on Main Street.” He kept his voice low and level. “One round. I’m pretty sure it came from behind the house on the corner of Main and Fourth—the white one with the green shutters. Shooter may still be on scene.”

On the other end of the line he heard Micah’s chair scrape back and his footsteps crossing a hard floor. Then Micah relayed the incident to dispatch.

“Are you hit?” Micah asked when he came back on the line.

“No. I’m fine. For now.”

A car engine revved somewhere beyond the corner. The next instant, tires screamed against the pavement and faded into nothing.

As silence fell, he jumped back to his feet and peered over the hood of the truck.

The dark sedan was already gone before he could make out the plates.

“Vehicle just left the scene,” he told Micah. “Dark sedan, heading east on Fourth. I couldn’t see the plates.”

“I’ve got units coming,” Micah said. “Stay where you are. I’m headed out also.”

Luke lowered the phone, and his gaze caught. The bullet had hit the side of his truck—in the very area where he and Jenna had been standing.

Just a few seconds or inches difference and one of them might not still be here right now.

He glanced at Jenna.

She was still crouched on the street, a hand covering her face.

When she lowered her hand, a thin line of blood trickled above her eyebrow. Concern rushed through him.