The door hadn’t budged an inch. She’d been on the verge of tears when she’d heard the voices murmuring outside, carrying through the thick wood doors of the barn. Pierce’s voice called her name. She forced herself to answer as loudly as she could, and was startled by his response. “Get away from the doors!” She hesitated. Had she heard right? Her haze-muddled brain kicked in and Roxanne leaped to her feet. Smoke filled her lungs and stung her eyes as she threw herself to the side. An engine raced, the sound moving toward her fast. Then the wooden doors exploded in a shower of broken boards and splinters as the hood of a pickup burst into the barn. Smoke spilled out through the opening. The truck backed out through the hole. Stumbling to her feet, Roxanne flung herself out of the barn and into a strong pair of arms. When she blinked the smoke from her eyes, she could have cried anew.
