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Daisy was in a deep, blank sleep when she startled awake to a man’s hand clamped over her mouth.

Her muffled scream quickly fell silent when Harry’s face hovered into focus above hers. He pressed a finger to his lips in the universal sign of shushing and didn’t remove his hand until she nodded her understanding to remain quiet.

Something was wrong. Even in her nearsighted haze, she could see Harry was strapping on his gun again. She pulled the sheet around her and sat up as he handed her the brown glasses they’d left in the living room.

She slipped them on, hoping that bringing clarity to his grim expression would give her understanding. “What is it?” she whispered softly. She heard one of the dogs growling from the foot of the bed, and all the beautiful aftermath of making love and sleeping contentedly in his arms vanished in a clutch of fear. “Harry?”

He pushed her phone into her hands. “Call 9-1-1. There’s someone outside.”

That was when Daisy jumped at the pop, pop, pop of tiny explosions and shattering glass out on the back deck.