“Me too.” She met him halfway. When his mouth crashed down on hers the delicious feeling tingled to her toes. She kissed him back, partially pressing herself up against him with her feet trapped on the other side of the dog.

“You sure?” Angus tangled a hand in her hair, his mouth roving wildly over her jaw and down her neck. “This is crazy.”

“I know,” she mumbled against his mouth, running her hands over his hard chest. Desire swamped her and she tried to free her feet so she could scoot closer. She needed to get closer to him. Now.

Roscoe lifted his head. He barked once—low and dark.

She chuckled. “Ros—”

Angus grabbed her by the arms and pulled her out of the bed, settling her on the floor. Her butt landed first—hard—and the cold wood chilled her thighs. Roscoe leapt off the bed and ran for the front door.

“What is happening?” she gasped, trying to stand.

“Down. Stay down.” Angus pulled his gun from beneath the pillow and crouched low, moving toward the front window. The firelight illuminated the scars across his muscled back as he moved silently. “One bark like that means danger. Keep your head down.”

Her gun was on the other side of the bed. She kept below the top mattress and crawled around the edge of the bed to the other side, pulling her Glock from her purse. Then she aimed for the back door, her arms on the mattress.

The front window shattered and something rolled across the floor.

“Grenade!” Angus leapt for it, grabbed it, and threw it toward the broken window before Nari could react. An explosion rocked the front porch, and more glass blew inward.

Nari scrambled away from the front door, rushing for the kitchen with Angus and the dog on her heels. Another grenade sailed through the front window.

She ran out the back door and looked around.

“Trail,” Angus whispered. “Follow Roscoe.” He whistled.

Roscoe bounded into the rainy night, somehow able to see despite the darkness. Nari ran behind him, her bare feet slipping on the wet weeds until they reached the muddy trail. Small rocks bit into her heels, but she kept going. They didn’t have a chance against an attacker with grenades.

The cabin exploded and debris blew toward them. Angus tackled her to the ground and she landed hard, the air whooshing from her lungs. Her bare knees and palms scraped against rocks and slid through the mud. Pain throbbed up her wrist to her elbow. Before she could draw a breath, he manacled her around the waist, partially lifted her, and started running again.

They reached a turnoff on the trail, and he followed Roscoe, setting her down next to a tree trunk. “You okay?” He crouched, barely visible in the dark.

She nodded, her heart hammering her rib cage, mud squishing beneath her thighs.

“Nari?” he whispered, his hand cupping the back of her neck.