She had good instincts, Wyatt thought, even as concern tightened his chest. Trust that feeling, sweetheart. It could be important later. He needed to get her to the gun range tomorrow—the sooner she learned how to fire a weapon, the better.

"Where?" he asked, still maintaining the appearance of an attentive boyfriend. To anyone watching, he was just leaning close to whispering sweet nothings. He was guessing the stalker was watching from across the street, looking through the window. He ...