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become orphans. During the years that followed, Eve had gotten close with all of Grayson’s brothers, closer than she had been with her own family.
    She blinked back the tears. And here she’d endangered yet another family member. Heck, Mason was probably on the way, too. Before the hour was up, she might have put all three of them at risk.
    Eve heard a second set of sirens and knew that the fire department was close by. She stayed in the car, as both Grayson and Dade had warned her to do, but she moved to the edge of the seat, closer to the open door, so she could try to pick through the woods and see Grayson. She still had sight of Dade, but Grayson was nowhere to be seen.
    She glanced behind her at the fire engine as it made the final turn from the farm road onto the gravel drive that led to the cottage. The driver turned off the sirens, and everything suddenly went silent.
    Eve could hear the wind assaulting the trees. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears.
    She also heard Dade shout, “Get down!”
    And the sound of a gun going off ripped through the silence.
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Grayson cursed and dove to the ground.
    He’d already had enough surprises today, and he didn’t need this SOB firing any more shots at him. Besides, Eve wasn’t that far away, and he darn sure didn’t want a stray bullet traveling in her direction.
    “You okay?” Dade called out. His brother had dropped to the ground, too, but was crawling toward Grayson.
    “Yeah. I’m just fine and dandy,” Grayson barked. “You see him?”
    Dade didn’t answer right away, giving Grayson some hope, but that hope went south when his brother finally said, “No.”
    Grayson lifted his head and examined the woods. Since it was the dead of winter, a lot of the foliage was gone, but that didn’t mean there weren’t plenty of places to hide.
    And then Grayson heard something he didn’t want to hear.
    The sound of water.
    Hell. This guy was in the creek, and that meant he was getting away.
    Dade apparently heard it, too, because he cursed and got to his feet. So did Grayson, and they started to run toward the sound of that splashing. Of course, the splashing was long gone before they arrived on the creek bank.
    And there was no sign of the gunman.
    Dade and Grayson stood there, looking hard, but there was no way to tell which direction he went. If the guy was smart, he could have just floated downstream and out of sight. Of course, he could have scrambled over the outcropping of rocks on the other side of the creek bed and then disappeared into the dense woods.
    “We need a tracking dog,” Dade mumbled.
    Yeah. And they needed their brother, Mason, out here on horseback. Mason was a better tracker than any dog or any of the local Texas Rangers, but Grayson intended to ask for their help, too. He wanted this gunman caught now, and he would use any resource available.
    “I got a good look at his face,” Grayson let Dade know. “If he’s in the system, I think I can pick out his photo.”
    Though that would take time. Maybe lots of time. Something Grayson wasn’t sure he had.
    This guy would be back.
    The question was why? Grayson was sure if he could figure that out, then he would have a better chance of identifying him and stopping another attack.
    “Why don’t you get Eve away from here? She’s pretty shaken up,” Dade suggested. He took out his cell phone. “I’ll start making calls.”
    Grayson started to say no, that he wanted to stay. If they got lucky with the search, he wanted to be the one to put the cuffs on this piece of slime, but Dade was right. Eve didn’t need to be here. Neither did he. His brothers could handle it and handle it well. So he turned and headed back toward Eve and her car.
    He spotted her the moment he came out of the thick cluster of trees. She was out of the wrecked car, talking to Dusty Bullock, the fire chief. She looked calm enough, but Grayson knew that underneath her nerves had to be raw