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Ben wasn’t stupid—he kept the knowledge of his past life as a military cop to himself. He was just a normal old nerd, in the dining room with his family and his woman. That was all. No threat to good old Jason at all. “Well, no. Actually, I write books mostly. But, well, I’m hungry. You interrupted my dinner. I figured I’d help you out, and then finish with some brownies. Meyra makes awesome brownies, you know.”
Ben just kept his tone as calm as he possibly could.
Someone had to be in charge here, and since that was his woman there, her sister,hissister, and his sister’s dork of a husband there, well, it was going to have to be Ben.
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Dylan crawled closer and closer.It was a miracle no one had seen her yet. Well, besides the redheaded woman hiding under a table. And there had been a woman around her own age in the back corner that had told Dylan to be careful. Dylan had whispered back that that guy had her sister and she had to do something. The woman had understood, she thought.
A sister had to do what a sister had to do.
Uncle Sean was there, and he had his gun. That other guy was keeping the gunman distracted. No one else probably evenknewUncle Sean was there. That was probably a really good thing. Uncle Seanprobablyknew what to do now.
She just hopedsomeonedid.
Devaney had to get away somehow.
Dylan crept even closer.
She held the only weapon she was going to get in her left hand. She looked up. Her eyes met dark puppy-dog brown in a face that she had always thought was more distinguished than handsome.
Uncle Sean.
He'dseen her.
He shook his head at her, gave the signal one would give a dog tostay.
Well, Dylan hadn't ever really listened much, had she?
She just kept getting closer. She didn't know exactly what she was going todo...but she had to do something.
She just had to wait until that gun moved away from her sister's head first.
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Sean was goingto put that little blond monster over his knee the first chance he had, and spank Dylan's scrawny little rear end until it glowed for this one. He had never spanked a kid in his life, and she wasn’t a kid now, but damn it, she would deserve it for this one.
She had no business in that dining room. None.
But that girl was full ofheart.Courage. Loyalty, especially to those sisters of hers. Dylan would sacrifice herself in a heartbeat to save one of her sisters. In a heartbeat.
She was going to do something.
Sean knew it.
And he knew how that would play out in a hostage situation. It wouldn't be good.
He had to get that gun away from Devaney's temple like that. Before that bastard reflexively pulled the trigger.
He stood, to his full six-four height. And stepped out from behind his cover. “Jason Smith-Morris, put your hands where I can see them. US Marshals Service! Do not move!”
Like Sean had suspected, the man immediately pulled the gun toward Sean. And away from Devaney.
Just as Dylan popped out from behind that table.
The man howled. Bent over instantly. Like he was in pain.
“Devvie,run! Move now!”
