As if coming to the same realization, Shelby eased away. “How is it when I’m in your arms I forget everything else?”
“Same.”
She gave him a final kiss. “I think we’re about done with the pizza and ready to talk business.”
“I’ll grab my notes.”
“And I’ll grab the drinks.” Casting a grin his way, she swiped the cans and headed back to the dining room.
He’d left his notes in the living room so he moved that way, his mind turning to strategy. Though the room was dark the porch light shone through the windows, illuminating the white paper on the end table. He skirted the baby carrier in front of the TV and grabbed his notebook. Shelby’s family knew more people in town, so maybe they’d have some ideas about how to—
A loudpopsounded.
Acrunch. The window.
Gunfire.
“Get down!”Ollie!Gray dove over the baby carrier just as another shot rang out. “Get down, get down!”
Shadow barked.
“Ollie!” Liddy screamed.
“I’ve got him!” Gray called.
“Stay down!” Caleb ordered as he tore into the living room, hunched low.
Tires squealed outside.
Beneath Gray, Ollie squalled. Had the baby been hit? Gray leaned back as Caleb charged forward.
Gray came to his feet and flipped on the light.
Caleb fumbled with the car seat restraints. The gunman had gotten off a shot before Gray had covered the infant. Had the child been hit?
Please, God, no.
Caleb lifted the wailing baby from the carrier, searching for injuries. “I think he’s okay,” he called after a torturous moment. “He’s all right!”
Stanley rushed to the door and peered through the sidelight. “They’re gone.” He reached for his phone.
Liddy and Shelby rushed in, Shadow on their heels and barking.
Liddy took the baby as Shelby flung herself into Gray’s arms. “Oh my gosh. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Did you see anything?” he asked Stanley over Shelby’s shoulder.
He shook his head. “I’d like to report a drive-by shooting at 2318 Juniper Drive.”
“Are you sure the baby’s all right?” Gray said.
“Yeah.” Liddy comforted the infant, pressed a kiss to his head. “He’s fine. He was just startled.”
Shelby eased away from Gray, her eyes widening on her hand. “You’re bleeding.” She turned him around. “Gray, you’re bleeding!”
“I’m fine.” Wasn’t he? Had he been shot? Why didn’t he feel any—? The very thought seemed to trigger pain in his shoulder. Not terrible pain. He glanced down to search his chest for an exit wound. Nothing.
“We’re going to need an ambulance,” Stanley said into the phone.
