13
HAYES
“Megan?” I tapped the unlatched door and pushed it open.
I’d sat across the street watching three guys walk out of her house. Three guys who didn’t look like they belonged anywhere in Sparks, Montana. In fact, they didn’t seem to belong in the state or the region, for that matter. They looked metropolitan. Criminal. Very dangerous.
More than a little out of place in my woman’s house.
“Not tonight, Hayes.” Megan’s voice sounded broken. Tired. A little shaky.
I stomped in to find her snatching a gun from the sofa in her living room.
“I said, not tonight,” she snapped, without turning.
“Okay.” I forced myself to make my voice soft as I approached her. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. And those guys had everything to do with it.
Had they hurt her? Touched her?
Megan di
