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down on them. She couldn’t get out of the car, not with the man so close and on her side of the vehicle. They couldn’t get out on the driver’s side because it was literally crunched around a tree. Thank God for the air bags, or Grayson would have been seriously injured or killed.
    Eve glanced up at the approaching man. The person who was likely responsible for the explosion that had destroyed her grandmother’s cottage. The fear raced through her.
    Still, she felt anger, too.
    This idiot had endangered them and was continuing to do so. She wouldn’t just stand by and let him shoot Grayson and her. Neither would Grayson.
    They both grappled around the interior of her car, and Eve remembered her own gun in the glove compartment. It took some doing to get the air bag out of the way, but she finally managed it. She threw open the glove box door, latched onto the gun and handed it to Grayson.
    He immediately took aim.
    The man must have seen him do that because he ducked behind a tree. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. If the man had stayed out in the open, Grayson would have had a clean shot. This way, they were still trapped.
    “One of the deputies will be here soon,” Grayson reminded her.
    Probably one of his brothers. Both Dade and Mason were Silver Creek deputy sheriffs, and since Grayson had requested backup, they would no doubt get there as soon as humanly possible.
    But that might not be soon enough.
    Using his left hand Grayson continued to bat away the air bag, but he kept his attention pinned to the tree where the man had ducked out of sight. Eve kept watch as well, but there were other trees near that one, and it wouldn’t take much for the man to move behind one of those closer trees and sneak right up on them.
    “Who is he?” Eve meant to ask herself that question, but she said it aloud.
    “I don’t know,” Grayson answered. “But he could be the killer we’re after.”
    Yes. Eve was aware that there was an unidentified killer on the loose.
    Thanks to the newspaper coverage, she was also aware that just a few days ago a young woman’s body had been found in the creek. The woman had been fully clothed, no signs of sexual assault, but her fingerprints and face had been obliterated. That’s the term the press had used, obliterated, and Eve had assumed the killer had done that to prevent her from being identified.
    It had worked.
    So, why would this killer come after Grayson and her now?
    Until the body was identified, and that might never happen, it wasn’t likely that Grayson would be able to come up with a list of suspects.
    But Eve had a sickening thought.
    Perhaps the man had killed the woman in or near the cottage. Maybe he was destroying any potential physical evidence that would link him to the crime. And here she’d walked in with so much on her mind that she hadn’t even considered a trip home could be dangerous. This in spite of her knowing about the murder that possibly happened just a stone’s throw away from the cottage.
    That oversight could be deadly.
    She choked back a sob. Only minutes earlier her main worry had been getting pregnant, but for that to happen Grayson and she had to survive this. If something went wrong and he got hurt, it would be her fault because he wouldn’t have been out here in these woods if she hadn’t called him.
    “I’ll get you out of here,” she heard Grayson say.
    It sounded like a promise. But Eve knew backup was still a few minutes away. A lot could happen in those few short minutes.
    Because she had her attention pinned to that tree, she saw the man lean out. Or rather she saw his gun.
    “Get down!” she warned Grayson.
    Just as the shot slammed through the window directly above Eve’s head. The sound was deafening, and the bullet tore through the safety glass.
    Grayson moved forward, his body and forearm pushing her deeper onto the floor so that she could no longer see what was going on.
    And Grayson fired.
    Eve