He shook her awake. “Grab the kids. You’re going to the panic room.”Streaks of dawn slipped through the window shutters, giving him just enough light to see the shock register on her face. “What happened?”“Gunshot. Move it.”She threw back the covers and hopped out of bed, tugging on her jeans and sweatshirt over the T-shirt she’d worn to bed. He pressed a button on his cell phone. “Rafe? What’s going on?”“We’ve been compromised. At least three men down. Two dead.”A sharp curse escaped Logan. “How?”“The accident. The kid’s tires didn’t blow. They were shot out. It was a diversion to take down the fence and sensors.”Logan’s mind whirled. “It takes some pretty sophisticated equipment to detect our sensors.”“Zane called. They entered on the most vulnerable side of the ranch. The ravines and dry creek bed provide natural hideouts. They took out the patrols there. According to the survivor, there’s at least two men, and one has a serrated knife,”
