Shay felt her knees buckle seeing Luke standing there in all black. A black mask covered his face except for his eyes, concealing his identity but she would recognize him anywhere.
Mr. Carry whipped around to confront Luke and was met with a right hook that sent the older man sprawling on the ground knocked out cold.
“Luke,” Shay breathed in a sigh of relief throwing herself in his arms until she heard his wince of pain. Oh no his shoulder.
She pulled away and looked him over. “You shouldn’t be here. You’re injured.”
He took her hands in his and held them at his chest. “It’s not that bad. Greg already patched me up.”
“Well, when we get home I’d still like to look at it.” Shay started at her own words. She’d called Luke’s house home. It wasn’t her home it was his but the past week it
