Shane stiffened, and in a flash, his back was against the side of the house, hidden between the window and the door. With a muffled click, he took the safety off his handgun and breathed out the tension.
A low, barely audible whistle caught Shane's attention. Despite his itchy trigger finger, he forced his body to still so he could listen to the sounds. The low whistle came again; two short, one long.
Dax.
Shane let out a slow breath as his heart slammed against his rib cage. His adrenalin spiked despite knowing they were safe, and he had to pause to get his body back under control. He concentrated on each step to the act of putting his gun safely away, forcing his mind and body back to center before he whistled back to Dax to let him know it was safe.
Dax stepped out of the
