He talked a little about his day. By the time they pulled up to his house, he’d relaxed a little. “Stay in the car. I’ll come around for you.” Alex glanced over at her. She hadn’t even moved. She’d gotten used to his insistence to get out first to check for any danger. He slid out of the car. She watched his smooth strides. He rounded the front of the vehicle. His eyes never stopped moving. He looked over the yard, searching for anything out of the ordinary. When he got to the passenger side of the car, she saw a dark streak flash through the air. Alex flinched and went down. She ducked down in the seat. With one hand, she grabbed her shoulder bag and the other pulled the door handle. She had to check on Alex. What the fuck hit him? How badly was he hurt? She didn’t know and had to get to him. Nothing except the sound of her racing heart reached her ears. She couldn’t chance looking out the window. Her throat tightened. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as the possibilities bombarded her.
