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“Don’t shoot!”

Angela added under her breath, “Please, please don’t shoot.” Closing her eyes, she stepped out from behind the relative safety of the car with her hands held high.

This was by far her dumbest decision to date. And the longer she stood in the middle of the road, the longer she proved that.

“You can put your hands down.”

Angela whirled around.

A one-eyed grizzly bear of a man wore mud-colored camouflage and cradled a military-grade rifle with a high-powered scope in his hands As big as he was, he’d somehow snuck up along the passenger side of the car.

Angela drew courage from the fact that he wasn’t pointing his weapon at her. “You should put that away before someone gets hurt. Namely me.”

“Missed you by a mile.” He propped himself against the vehicle and drilled her with his single-eyed stare. “Then again, my aim isn’t what it used to be.”