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“This just isn’t my day,” Leah muttered and, acting on instinct, she shouldered the rifle and fired

The first blast cratered the ground a foot in front of him. He didn’t flinch. The second landed sąuare between his boots. Still, he kept coming.

He hit the porch steps two at a time. Not hesitating, he grabbed the barrel of the rifle and yanked it from her grasp, tossing it aside.

“You never were much of a shot,” he said. And then he kissed her.