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A crack of gunfire reverberated from the trees.

“Get inside,” Chris shouted.

Lauren was already running. The door was two-inch-thick solid oak with a steel core. Lauren slammed it and threw the two dead bolts into place.

She flung herself to the floor. “Who’s shooting at us?”

“Maybe you tell me.” Chris sank onto the edge of the leather sofa. “Your brother?”

“But—” Lauren leaned against the breakfast bar, her heart racing. “That wasn’t you shooting at Ryan?”

“I never saw Ryan.”

She swallowed. “He took off when the shooting started.”

Chris gazed at her with narrowed eyes, then glanced toward the steps to the bedrooms above, and back to her. “You know, if you harbor a fugitive, you’re an accessory—”

“He isn’t here.” Lauren flung her arms wide. “Go look for yourself, if you don’t believe me. I should have known you’d come here. Your first thought was that Lauren would protect her brother.” She blinked hard against hot moisture in her eyes.

“You’ve always put your brother first.”