Time momentarily stopped, and so did his heart, before racing at a tempo that made his head spin. Acting on pure instinct, he’d dove for her as the bullet whizzed past them, slamming into the log wall. It’d come so close to hitting her, he’d felt the breeze against his back. And this was exactly the reason why he kept guns stashed all over his house. You never knew when you were going to fall under attack. Needing to even the playing field, he’d retrieved his .45 from the nightstand and shot the lights. After making sure Quinn was all right, he timed the sweep of the red light scope and raced for the closet, grabbing his AR-15. Rage burned through his veins like liquid fire as he beat feet to the glass doors and swung them open. The movement sent that red beam his way as an explosion of bullets tore through the bedroom. Quinn’s muffled scream gutted him. “You all right?” he called in the darkness, wishing to God he could see for himself. “Yes.” She didn’t sound all right.
