Lucas turned to Amy and smirked. “Well…”

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Some date night, huh?”

Amy let out a laugh that was half-exhaustion, half-hysteria. “Oh yeah. Kidnapping, gunfights, your sister going all James Bond on us. Is this really what your life is like?” she asked, sinking onto a nearby sofa.

Lucas sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. “Not usually this dramatic.”

“Says the man who ...