He made sure he took the brunt of the fall while cradling Darcie securely in his arms. Pain razored through his body, but he held fast to Darcie. Bullets slammed into the wall above them. Fast. Fierce. To a layperson, it probably sounded like a submachine gun’s staccatoed bursts, but Noah recognized it as a semiautomatic fired rapidly. He covered Darcie fully and held her in place. He hated putting his back to the shooters—it made him vulnerable—but there was no way he’d let a bullet touch her without going through him first. “You okay?” he asked, glad that oxygen had found its way back into his lungs. “Okay?” Her voice rose. “Okay? Someone is shooting at us. No, I’m not okay.” “I meant did I injure you on the takedown?” “Oh, that. I might have scraped my knee. Again.” She shifted, trying to get up. He tightened his arms.
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