I looked back and forth between the two of them. I’d never handled a gun in my life, but I wasn’t about to complain about them being armed. Who knew what we’d face when we found Shay?

A phone’s ring sounded through the car’s speakers. Ford hit a button on his steering wheel. “Hunter, where are you?”

The line seemed to crackle, but we could just make out Hunter’s words. “I’m at the old resort. Someone’s been up here.”

My body locked. “What do you see?”

“I’m far away, but there’s an SUV. Two guys pacing and talking. One of them looks like he’s watching something on his phone.”

“Can you get a better look?” Griffin asked.

“Maybe.”

“Be careful,” Ford warned. “If you get yourself killed, Bell is going to be really pissed.”

I pulled out my cell phone. “I’m texting Parker just in case this is something.” My fingers flew across the screen.

Within seconds, my phone rang. I hit accept. “Are you sending someone?”

“I’m on my way with a deputy. Where the hell are you?” Parker barked.

“We’re on our way, too. Hunter’s already there. He’s trying to get a view inside the cabin.”

Parker let a slew of curses fly. “Tell him to fall back. He’s unarmed. We’re ten minutes out.”

But anything could happen in ten minutes. Including losing the person who meant the world to me. “We’ll see you soon.” I hit end. “Parker’s on his way.”

Breathing sounded over the phone line, but nothing else could be heard other than the wind. “I’m coming in from the back, there’s a little tree coverage here,” Hunter whispered. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get a line of sight—” His words cut off for the briefest of moments. “Hell, it’s Sam. He has Shay. And there’s another guy with a gun.”

49

Shay

Everything in me locked. Muscles and mind, frozen in shock. This couldn’t be real. Had to be some sort of horrible nightmare. I just needed to wake up. As soon as consciousness rose, I’d be safe in Brody’s arms instead of staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Cat got your tongue, sissy?” Michael asked, tilting his head and the gun to one side.

“How?” It was the only word I could seem to get out. But I did my best to keep my voice from shaking, not to show my brother the fear he got so high on as my gaze jumped back and forth between the two men.

Michael pulled a fake pout. “No hug? No, ‘I’ve missed you?’”