Some innate sense Fionn had always possessed snagged him, raising an alarm he was well familiar with. LeeAnn lay sprawled over his chest, her body half on top of him; her slight weight seemed to pin him to the bed. Fionn didn’t even try to be subtle when he rolled from underneath her to the nightstand where his gun lay on the alarm clock where he could reach it easily. A quick check of his weapon showed him it was fully loaded with a round in the chamber. Whatever motherfucker had invaded his home was about to die. Slowly. If the bastard was lucky. Weapon ready, Fionn snagged a pair of jeans from the nearby dresser, slinging them on quickly before grabbing a T-shirt for LeeAnn. She sat up, not saying a word but as the moonlight bathed her face, he could see her eyes wide with fear. He didn’t say anything to her, merely pulled her across the bed, urging her to crouch beside it on the floor. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight him, merely took her cues from him. Fionn quickly got the shirt over her head before placing his mouth right at her ear.
