Lena. He saw a swirl of color, her long dress billowing as she raced forward. Relief mixed with adrenaline, but he kept moving, chasing after her. He reached her side as she slid Tim’s gun out away from his bleeding hand. “Nice shot,” Chad said. “There are some things I’m very good at, and this is one of them,” she said, her gaze focused on the wounded man at her feet. “I couldn’t let him shoot you.” “Yeah, I feel the same about you. I was terrified he’d turn his rifle and aim it at you.” Chad looped his arm around her waist. “Maybe I should start carrying a gun.” “I think your skills lie elsewhere,” she murmured. Police sirens echoed through the forest, the sound drawing closer and closer to the clearing. Eric, Liam, and Katie joined them, forming a semicircle around the cursing, bleeding man on the ground. Katie threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight as he kept his hold on Lena.
