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The man cursed and dodged. It hit his shoulder with a solid whack.
Hollis threw herself at him, trying to hit him again. He knocked the frying pan out of her hand. It hit the floor with a loud clatter. She stumbled into him and threw him off balance. He went down on the floor, and she leaped over him.
Get out. That was the only thought in her head.
A hand snapped out and gripped her ankle. She fell. She hit the floor hard, winding herself.Ow, ow, ow. She tried to kick him.
“Dammit, wait.” His voice was harsh.
She glanced at him, her gaze landing on the scars on his jaw and neck. And cold, dark eyes.
Fear pumped through her, and she tried to break free. She kicked and flailed like crazy.
He launched at her, and landed on top of her. She heaved her body up, and they rolled.
“Listen—”
Hell, no.She wasn’t listening to anything this man had to say. She’d fight and she’d survive.
God, she wanted Sawyer.
They rolled again and bumped into the coffee table.
Hollis reached up, slapping her hand on the surface of the table. Her fingers closed on the glass bowl resting on it. She yanked it off and threw it at him.
But the angle was awkward, and it barely brushed him.
He cursed, and she tried to get to her feet. He grabbed a handful of her shirt and yanked her down.
Dammit. Her heart was thundering, and she could barely think.
“Just hold still and?—”
“No.” She rammed an elbow into his jaw. With a growl, he rolled on top of her and pinned her down.
No.
The door burst open.
Relief flooded her.
Sawyer came in—face set like stone—his gun aimed at her attacker.
As Sawyer headedup to the cottage, he tensed. He heard a struggle inside.
Hollis was fighting with someone.
He dropped the grocery bags and yanked his weapon from its holster. He raced up the steps and kicked the door in.
Instantly, he saw Hollis on the floor, pinned under a man’s strong body.
He lifted the gun and aimed it at the man’s head.
Then Sawyer froze, lowered the weapon, and smiled. “Park?”
“Sawyer.” The lean, dangerous man lifted his chin. He’d always had an edge, but now it had been honed sharp. His face was leaner, his gaze darker.
A man with demons.