Warning Shot. Jenna Kernan

to get it to her people. A glance at Trace told her he was worried. He motioned with his head toward the exit.

      Rylee looked to Coopersmith. “What do you want for them?”

      “Money is good.”

      “What about shotgun shells? I have ten boxes in my trunk.”

      “You don’t anymore.”

      Here, Axel stepped in, looping an arm around her waist and cinching her tight. Her side pressed against his and even though their skin never touched, her body tingled with awareness and she temporarily lost the ability to speak. His scent enveloped her. He smelled of pine soap and leather.

      “I appreciate you looking out for my girl, Mr. Coopersmith. And for all you did for me when I was a boy. I’d appreciate you allowing us safe passage through your land.”

      “Very fact she’s up here shows I’m right. It’s coming. I feel it in my bones.”

      Rylee glanced to Trace to see what it might be. His hand rested familiarly on her hip and she found it harder to think as her body pressed to his.

      “What about two cases of MREs for your trouble?” he offered, referring to the military Meals Ready to Eat. The food staple stored for years and he thought might just appeal to a man ready to hide in a bunker.

      “I’ll take six for the drone and safe passage off our lands.”

      “And her vehicle, weapons and anything else you took from her car.”

      “Done.”