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at the door then back at them. Uncertainty flared in her eyes before she shook her head, grabbing the stun baton before tripping her way over to their stall. She fell against the wood, a whimper of pain passing her lips before she pinched them shut. Her gaze rose to theirs and held, determination and pride surging forth.
    “You so much as blink wrong and I’ll stick this up your ass.”
    Hamilton’s lips twitched into a smile. “Deal. The keys.”
    She raised her hands, dropping the keys in Hamilton’s. “Don’t…”
    “Hey, Bobby, what’s taking you …”
    Morgan spun, staring in shock as one of the other men sauntered into the barn, rifle slung over his shoulder, cowboy hat tilted on his head. The man stopped, seemingly frozen as he looked from Bobby’s limp form over to Morgan and back again.
    Hamilton reached through the bars, shoving the key into the lock before swinging open the heavy door. “Morgan, move!”

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Morgan Cooper took two staggering steps before Hamilton bowled her over, taking them both to the ground as he rolled behind one of the posts, her body cradled within his arms. He kept her head cupped in one of his hands as the other held her waist, keeping her tight against him as he huddled over her, obviously willing to shield her from gunfire. Her mind told her to shove the idiot off, but she knew she didn’t have the strength. Even now it was taking all her concentration just to stay conscious when all her body wanted to do was fade.
    She clenched her teeth, willing her limbs to move properly. Damn, she’d never been hit with a stun device quite like that one. Sure, she’d had to undergo a test as part of her ranger training, but never one that strong or with repeated hits. Hell, when she closed her eyes, she swore she could hear music playing in her fillings.
    Morgan resisted the near hysterical laugh that bubbled in her chest, aware the urge was simply her body’s way of coping with the electrical overload. Or maybe it was just a byproduct of the current situation. How she was trapped beneath a man she’d known for all of five minutes while everything else went to shit around them.
    She heard the clatter of footsteps accompanied by the telltale sound of fighting. A muffled gasp echoed in the room followed by a dull thud. Hushed voices muttered in the background before more footsteps pounded the wood floor, growing increasingly closer.
    The guy—Hamilton—shifted slightly, muttering something she couldn’t make out before he eased back, finally giving her more than just his massive shoulder to look at. Though she had to admit, the man was built like one of those models in a fitness magazine. Another man stood beyond Hamilton’s shoulder—Wolfe if she remembered correctly—the man’s lips lifted into a small half smile.
    He gazed down at her as humor crinkled the fine lines around his eyes. “You sure are something else, sweetheart. I’m just not sure what that something is, yet.”
    “I didn’t ask you fight my battles for me.”
    Wolfe shrugged. “Hamilton thought you were worth the risk. Can’t argue with that.”
    He offered her his hand as Hamilton untangled his body from hers, giving her a long, slow sweep as he got to his feet.
    She glanced at Wolfe’s fingers, finally allowing him to help her to her feet, regretting the decision the moment her weight hit her legs. Her thighs trembled before she fell forward as her muscles spasmed again.
    Two sets of strong hands caught her, holding her steady until one of the men tugged her against his chest, her face connecting with a wall of solid man. She palmed his ribs, determined to push herself off, when his arms encircled her, holding her firmly, but gently.
    Morgan inhaled, hoping the oxygen would clear her head, but got an influx of spicy, male essence instead. The tantalizing aroma infused her senses, and she closed her eyes as she savored the enticing scent she knew was Hamilton. God, when had a