Lorraine groaned as she heard someone banging on the front door. Nicholas was dead to the world, sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped around her waist. He had his hidden hearing aids turned off, trusting his fiancée to wake him if there was anything seriously wrong.
She slowly climbed from beneath his arms, pecking his neck softly when he groaned in sleepy disapproval. Her touch immediately soothed him, the archer rolling over and burying his face in her pillow. She grabbed one of his discarded shirts from the ground, pulled it over her head before grabbing one of her pistols from beneath her pillow.
She, quickly but quietly, made her way down the stairs. They weren't expecting anyone. And since the only other person who knew about the farm was… Then it clicked for her.
Barney.
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