MARISSA VANDERSON
Marissa couldn't deal with everything that had unfolded in the last few minutes. The only thought in her head was to get to Dane. She scrambled from the floor and stared at the man named Kade. "Where's Dane?"
"By my car."
"Is he—"
"No. An ambulance is on the way."
Brent stood by the door, waiting, as she hurried out. Together, they ran across the field and found Dane leaning against the car.
"Marissa? Thank God! Are you okay?"
"Yes, Dane, I'm fine." She kissed him on the lips then rained kisses on his face. "Are you okay?"
"I'll live." His gaze found Brent's. "Do you know what the hell is going on?"
"Nope."
"Where's Tuesday? And the animals?"
"I don't know where Tuesday is, but the animals... The man that shot you...he killed them."
"What?" Dane grimaced. "Marissa, honey..."
The wail of sirens interrupted their worries and fears for Tuesday and the pets. Brent hurried to the road to direct the ambulance to Dane.
