Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, she prayed as she shoved the letter into her pocket with a trembling hand. God, what’s going on?More gunshots sounded from outside, and she flinched at each report. Raising her head above the desk, she saw Ian crouched in front of the broken window, his gun pointed toward the darkness. He clipped off two more rounds. “Jase! Are you all right?”Gina grabbed the phone from the desk and punched in 911.Then realized she had no dial tone.Throwing the thing down, she scrambled across the floor and saw Jason on his back, blood flowing from a wound to his head.“Oh, no,” she whispered and worked her way to his side. She felt for a pulse. Strong enough to reassure her. “Okay, okay, Jase, you’re going to be all right.”Ian fired another shot through the window, then turned to her. “We’ve got to get out of here.”“We can’t just leave him!”“Wouldn’t think of it.” He held up his cell. “I’ve already called for backup and an ambulance.”“What do we do until they get here?”“Hold these guys off.
