Billie let out a small, broken cry, and Herb’s arm went around her.
Wyatt knew he couldn’t take them all on. Not alone. Not out here.
But he didn’t need to win, he realized. He just needed time.
Then hopefully backup would arrive.
An idea solidified in his mind. He drew in a deep breath as he made up his mind.
“I’ve got a plan.” He reached for the door handle.
Kori’s hand closed around his arm. “What are you doing?”
“I have to go out there.”
Panic raced through her gaze. “No, you don’t. There has to be another way.”
“There’s not.”
“Wyatt—”
“Listen to me.” He turned to her and kept his voice low and even. “When I get out, I want you to slide over. Get behind the wheel. The moment you see an opening—any opening—you floor it. Get everyone out of here. You don’t wait for me.”
Fear rushed through her gaze. “I can’t leave you behind.”
“You have to.” He glanced back at Mackenzie, at Pete, at Herb and Billie. Then back at her. “For their sakes.”
She started to say something else, to argue.
Before she could, Wyatt placed his gun on the seat and climbed out.
This was the only way. He wouldn’t do this if there was another option.
But he had no idea how this would turn out.
