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“Where were you hit?”

Nate quickly unbuckled his seat belt and moved toward her.

Her face was drained of color, her dark brown eyes looking bigger than usual.

When she didn’t answer, he started checking her for injuries, carefully brushing aside the bits of safety glass from her side window.

“I’m not hit,” she finally said, her voice oddly calm. She had to be in shock. He glanced at the windshield and saw a hole surrounded by a spiderweb of cracks where the bullet had passed through.

Ambush was Nate’s first thought. But from where? He twisted in the seat to look in every direction around them, but he couldn’t see anybody. “I’m going to unfasten your seat belt.”

“Okay.” Her voice sounded robotic. He didn’t blame her for being scared. He was scared, too. Maybe they were surrounded. Maybe somebody was getting ready to close in on them.

He unbuckled her seat belt and gently tugged down on her arm. “Slide to the floorboard and tuck down as low as you can. Stay out of sight.”