In five minutes, it was over. The shooters were in restraints and under guard, Bennett also, and Max Rider strode up to the porch and knocked on the door.
"Some welcoming committee," he said to Joe as the two men shook hands. Then he stared at Trey. "Quite a mess you've stirred up here." He grinned. He started to hold out his hand but in a moment the men were exchanging the masculine version of hugs.
"Thanks for saving my bacon," Trey told him.
"Always happy to do a favor for a friend," he grinned. "And who do we have here?"
Trey drew Casey to him again. "Max Rider, meet Casey McIntyre. A very special woman. If not for her, I might not even be standing here with you."
"Then I'm damn happy to meet you." They shook hands and he turned to Trey again. "Now let's see what kind of muck you'
