It was skew-whiff on its hinges, like it had hung there for years and grown warped from the weather. He grimaced, waiting for a creak or whine to give them away, but none came. Dane hunkered down and shifted in front of Adam so they could both see into the barn. The heat from Dane’s back warmed Adam’s legs, and he was grateful for that, seeing as it was damn nippy. No one was in the barn. What the fuck? Torches had been propped strategically, as if whoever had placed them there wanted to spotlight the centre of the barn. Shadows hulked around the edges of the building, thankfully keeping Adam and Dane in darkness too. Adam got the uneasy feeling he was in the wrong place at the wrong time—again. “Where did they go?” he whispered, resting his fingertips on Dane’s shoulders, disturbed to realise his legs were shaking. Dane shrugged. “No fucking idea, love, but I don’t see the point in us being here.
