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    After an uneventful breakfast where Cassidy remained remarkably quiet and Micah continued to eye her in a way that both intrigued Isaiah and brought out his possessive side, the three of them left the restaurant and headed straight for Cassidy’s condo.
    It didn’t take long for them to get there, but from that point onward, the morning took a crazy shift and not in their favor.
    “Let me have your key,” Isaiah demanded when they arrived at her door on the eighth floor of the upscale building.
    Truth was, Isaiah was a little surprised to see that Cassidy lived relatively close to the strip in a high-rise building that had a rather impressive view. Not that he’d known what to expect, because again, he knew very little about the woman.
    “When was the last time you were here?” Micah asked, his voice low as he kept Cassidy close to him while Isaiah unlocked the door.
    “Tuesday,” she answered, her attention on the door. “I came home to find it trashed and didn’t bother sticking around.”
    Smart girl.
    Not knowing what to expect, Isaiah retrieved his gun from his shoulder holster and moved slowly inside, Cassidy and Micah following close behind.
    They hadn’t made it past the small foyer when the shit hit the fan.
    Isaiah heard the sound of someone rummaging around instantly, but before he could send Cassidy and Micah back out, the gunman sauntered out of one of the rooms, his gun trained on Isaiah.
    “You might wanna lower the weapon,” Isaiah said calmly, the barrel of his own .45 aimed right between the guy’s eyes.
    “This ain’t your fight,” the masked intruder declared.
    “No?” Isaiah countered, giving the room a quick once-over before returning his gaze to the man’s gun. “A little late for that, huh?”
    “Hand over the girl and we’ll be on our way.”
    We? Shit.
    There were more of them?
    Without another second’s thought, Isaiah double-checked his aim and pulled the slide back, sending one into the chamber. Unlike the idiot holding him at gunpoint, Isaiah didn’t plan to stand there and have a polite conversation. Which was why he pulled the trigger, then turned and shoved Cassidy and Micah toward the door.
    “Go!” he commanded when Micah pulled the door open. Isaiah pushed Cassidy into the hall behind his brother. “Run and don’t fucking stop!”
    “You shot him!” Cassidy said, as though he weren’t already aware of that fact.
    He opted not to say anything, knowing she wouldn’t understand.
    A second later, a gunshot rang out from behind them, and the only thing Isaiah could hope was that the second guy was a bad shot. Cassidy screamed, but he nudged her forward, taking her directly to the stairwell.
    “Lose the shoes,” he commanded as he shoved the door inward, causing it to slam against the concrete wall.
    “But—”
    Isaiah didn’t give her a chance to argue. He pulled her up short, yanking the damn heels from her feet and tossing them behind him.
    “Now fucking run.”
    Micah grabbed her hand and pulled her with him down the stairs. Isaiah followed them.
    They hadn’t made it far when the door above them opened, but thankfully, the stairwell wrapped around a concrete wall, which left them covered. Didn’t mean they’d escape, since Cassidy wasn’t moving fast enough for his peace of mind, but it was all they had, so he’d take it.
    He heard the man gaining on them by the time they hit the third floor. They weren’t nearly low enough to get away before the asshole caught up, so he decided on a detour.
    “Micah!” Isaiah called.
    When his brother glanced over his shoulder, Isaiah nodded toward the door.
    Micah’s nod said his brother understood what he wanted to do. Grabbing the metal handle, Micah pulled the door open and instructed Cassidy to go into the hallway.
    There they both grabbed her arms and ran toward the opposite end.
    Since the condo split out into three hallways, Isaiah knew there was another stairwell for safety. He