Duchess abruptly leaped to her feet and ran over to the door. She began to growl low in her throat.
Matt didnât waste a second. He grabbed his weapon. âStay in the bedroom and donât open the door to anyone except for me or one of my brothers.â
âBe careful,â Lacy whispered.
Pressing himself against the wall, Matt carefully opened the door.
Duchess was in full alert mode, her nose practically twitching with the need to track the intruder. He exhaled and then darted outside, Duchess hot on his heels. As theyâd practiced earlier, he went left and Duchess went right. He heard Duchess moving through the brush.
The dog let out a sharp bark, and he instinctively lunged toward the sound, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He moved from tree to tree. Suddenly a sharp crack echoed through the night, followed by a burning sensation along the outer edge of his left biceps.
Heâd been shot!
Ignoring the pain, he continued his zigzagging path toward the area where Duchess had barked, alerting him to the presence of the gunman, as he silently prayed that he and Duchess could hold the guy off long enough for his brother Mike to arrive.
And to keep Lacy and Rory safe.
One
Lacy Germaine woke to the sound of heated arguing. For a moment, she buried her head into the pillow in an effort to drown out her parentsâ fighting.
And then she rememberedâher parents were long gone, both killed in a car crash several years ago. Abruptly, she sat bolt upright on the futon, her heart thundering in her chest.
One of the voices belonged to her sister, Jill, but who was she talking to?
Lacy leaped out of bed and went over to check on her three-month-old nephew, Rory, who was still sleeping, but not for long, considering the harsh tones coming from the next room.
At first the voices were low and angry but still incomprehensible. It didnât take long for the deeper male voice to rise. âTell me the truth! Now! Or Iâll kill you and the brat, too!â
Lacy sucked in a harsh breath, understanding with sick certainty that her sisterâs worst fears had become reality. Jillâs husband, David Williams, had returned home.
And he was ambushing her sister after midnight.
Reacting instinctively, Lacy lifted her nephew from the crib and grabbed the long shawl-type wrap, winding it around and around, swaddling the baby snugly against her body. Then she fumbled for her cell phone and dialed 911.
âWhatâs your emergency?â
âDomestic violence at 1671 Elmwood Lane,â she whispered into the phone. âHurry!â
âPlease stay on the line,â the woman responded calmly.
Lacy wanted to yell that this was her sisterâs life at stake! But of course she didnât.
âI canât. Heâll hear me.â Lacy disconnected from the call. She needed both of her hands free in order to manage the baby.
Her brother-in-law obviously didnât know Lacy was there, staying with Jill to help out over spring break. If he found out Jill wasnât alone...
She couldnât finish the thought.
âNo, please...â
Lacy hated the idea of Jill begging for mercy. Her sister had confided that she was filing for divorce from her husband because his anger and verbal attacks scared her.
Clearly, Jill had been right. Lacy was getting a firsthand idea of how frightening her brother-in-law could be.
âPlease donât do this...â Her sisterâs voice was full of tears.
Bang! Bang!
No! Lacy gasped, her heart lodging in her throat. Dear God, what had David done?
There was nothing but silence after the gun went off, forcing Lacy to assume the worst.