There are plenty of wild animals, etcetera. We need our rifles. There is a safe in my closet, one in the barn, and one behind a hidden panel in the great room. They have keypad locks and we all know the combination.” “You’re a militia.” “Not quite. We only use them for protection. We’ve never had to pull a gun on anyone nor do we ever expect to. They just wanted you to feel safe.” Summer sighed as she stared into his brown eyes. “You’ll talk to them? I don’t want them with guns waiting for Brent to show up.” Holden stepped forward and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry.” She nodded but knew that there was no way to keep from worrying. Life had led her to many places, this being the best. But it was true, she was trouble. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you about the sheriff.” He enfolded her in his strong arms. It felt so good to be so close. He smelled of leather and soap.
