Mason grabbed her arm and she dropped the useless Glock.“Plan B?”“Tear ass for the barn.”“Right behind you.”They took off at a dead run, Sal and Petey cursing and hollering and thrashing around behind them. To Charlee it felt as if they were barely moving, slogging through syrup instead of sand. By the time they reached the barn door and shoved it open, they were panting so hard Charlee feared her lungs would leap right out of her chest.“That…” Mason paused to heave in air, “was the i most courageous, most foolhardy stunt I’ve ever seen anyone pull.”“See what happens when you live in an ivory tower? You don’t get to meet many brave, foolhardy women.”“Charlee, I could search the world over and not find many women as bold as you.”“Me? What about you? Flinging sand and grapes in Petey’s face. Stroke of genius, I might add.”“I certainly couldn’t let him kill you and I didn’t want you killing him either. It’s a terrible thing carrying the burden of blame for someone’s death.”Charlee met his dark, complicated eyes.
