Page 96 of Winning His Wager

But she was still the one with a gun pointed at her and everything.

She just wanted to go home right now. To Fletcher.

Dylan looked up at a movement behind this guy.

Into a beautiful cranky cowboy face she would always love. Forever.

She sucked in a breath. Dylan forced herself to pull her legs up. She used her good hand to balance, almost on her knees.

And waited.

For just the right moment.

That moment came when strong hands reached for her once more.

To pull her out of the way.

Fletcher wrapped himself around her—and rolled.

Down the hill, toward the edge of the drive of this old place she never wanted to be at again.

His arms were around her, and they wererolling.

Dylan just hung on for the ride.

As gunshots erupted above them.

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Quade knewin an instant that this was going to be bad. And he would never forget the sight of a man getting shot right in front of him.

The man who had threatened Dylan was on the ground now, writhing. He had blood on his chest. His shoulder. But he was reaching.

For Dylan.

Quade didn’t hesitate. He just reacted. He dropped the spotlight and dove at the guy, taking him straight down. The asshole tried to fight—Quade knocked him out with one punch.

That’s when the chaos began.

People were moving everywhere now.

Except…Fletcher and Dylan.

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Fletcher fought the fire.He knew what had happened, and he was having a damned hard time catching his breath. Dylan was still in his arms. They were on the hard, wet ground. He heard people yelling.

He looked down. Into green eyes he would love forever. “How bad you…hurt?”

“He shot me. One of those buttheads shot me. In the leg, but I don’t think it’s that bad. And I broke my arm when I was escaping Bruce.” He could hear the pain in her voice, but she wasalive.And he had her back. He had her back now.

He coughed. His lung was on fire, but he could wait a minute. He needed to get help for her. She’d been hurt. She needed help.

Her hand pressed against his chest. He groaned. She froze. “Fletcher?”

“I think I am going to take you home and never let you out of my sight again, Dylan Talley. I love you. Remember that no matter what. You are the kind of woman a man fights to the death for. Remember that.”

“Your hurt! He hurt you! They hurt you!”