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“Don’t shoot,” Sean said to the thug pointing a gun at them.

How could he be so calm? Deanna couldn’t think straight. She doubted she could even speak, but here was Sean telling this guy how it was going to be as if he were one of Sean’s hired hands.

Without waiting for permission, Sean turned, keeping his hands high. Deanna hesitated for a beat and then followed his lead, brittle pine needles crunching under her boots as she turned. The shotgun’s barrel raised dead even with Sean’s head, making Deanna’s throat constrict. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry.

“Don’t move!” The guy behind the gun demanded. He sounded nervous. Scared enough to pull the trigger?

“Easy,” she begged.

If they could disarm him somehow, Sean could take this guy.

Sean didn’t seek out chances to prove his masculinity like some men she knew, but Deanna had seen him win a fight before.

Even staring down the barrel of a shotgun, having him next to her made Deanna feel safer.