CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
I awoke to a loud pounding on the front door. I grabbed my robe from the end of the bed and hurried to answer the door. Wade was already there with the g*n in his hand. He motioned for me to stay back. Juliet peered around the door of the spare room. Anxiously, we waited as Wade rolled his wheelchair to the door and looked through the front entry window. He relaxed and put the g*n down. He reached up, unlatched the chain and unlocked the deadbolt. When he opened the door, Clint charged through like an angry bull bearing down on a toreador. He spotted me standing in the hallway, and in two long strides, he pulled me into his arms.
“ Ahem,” Wade coughed gently. “Hey there, Clint.”
Releasing me, he inspected me up and down. “You aren’t hurt? Are you okay? I got here as
