“Here we go.” Bull gripped her waist, supporting her as he pulled. Her curvy ass caught for a second, and then he had an armload of woman. She was dressed only in one of his old flannel shirts—the one she’d laughingly stolen to use as a robe.

“Orsacchiotto, thank you.” Arms around him, she pressed her face against his neck. “I didn’t think I’d be able to get out.”

If he and Hawk hadn’t been here to rip away the window frame, she wouldn’t have. The knowledge was a shard of ice in his guts.

Scooping her up, Bull carried her away from the overwhelming heat pouring from the cabin. The heaviest logs forming the walls hadn’t ignited, but everything inside the building was going to be incinerated.

She could’ve been…

Bull hauled in a breath. He had her in his arms. Could hear her voice.

Even her coughing felt reassuring.

He searched for something to say…other than you almost died. “Dante’s going to be pissed off.” Despite his efforts, his voice came out guttural and ragged.

She buried her face against his shoulder. “Uh-huh.”

Setting her on the passenger seat in his truck, Bull checked her over. No blood gushing. Nothing busted. He brushed her hair back off her face. “Fuck, I was scared. For you.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she pressed her cheek against his hand. “Me, too.”

He turned to check the other three buildings. Who needed help?

Caz and JJ had arrived and were assisting an older man who was staggering. Hawk was between two men in their thirties, both coughing violently.

Fire extinguisher in his hand, Gabe appeared with his arm around another guy. From the scorch marks on the renter’s clothing, Gabe had needed to spray down some flames to get the guy out.

All four cabins were in flames. “Any more?” Bull yelled.

“This is it,” Gabe called back.

“Three-o’clock!” Hawk shouted.

Ambush.

Bull grabbed Frankie and dove for the ground. Why the fuck hadn’t he come armed? He checked the woods down the road.

The bushes were moving. There was a flash of clothing. Moving away.

Not an ambush. The bastards were fleeing. Two men—no, three.

Gabe snapped, “Doc, Hawk. Take guard.” Even before he’d taken off running, Bull had charged after the men.

Hawk and the doc would watch over the civilians—and Frankie. Bull would eliminate the threat. He roared.

His targets panicked, fighting to get through the thick undergrowth at the forest edge. Breaking from concealment, they fled down the road toward the park. Probably where their car was parked.

Catching up to the first man, Bull grabbed his shoulder, then heaved and spun, tossing him back to Gabe before continuing after the rest.

A glance showed him that Hawk was stationed in front of Frankie. She’d be safe.