“No.”
When Trey again reached for Beth, Nick slapped his hand away, leaving himself wide open to an attack. Trey did not hesitate to take advantage of it, hitting him square in the chest. Nick reacted with a speed too quick for Trey to counter and landed a punch to Trey’s face and another to his ribs. Trey stumbled backwards with the second punch and stared at Nick as if he hadn’t expected him to take the bait so quickly. Nick took a step forward. Trey took another back and then another until he backed up against Nick’s truck. Suddenly, he grinned again, and Nick heard the crunching of several pairs of feet running across the gravel toward them. He didn’t dare turn to see who, not willing to give Trey even a moment to take advantage of his distraction.
“Thank God you’re here,” Trey said,
