Bianca screamed.
Adam slammed Boyd into the ground and punched him once, twice, the blows brutal and fast. Boyd tried to twist free but Adam drove a shoulder into his chest and ripped the gun from his hand.
“Don’t,” Adam growled.
Boyd swung again but Adam slammed his fist into Boyd’s jaw. Boyd’s head snapped back and he collapsed against the dirt, unmoving.
Silence rushed into the pit as dust floated through the air. Adam rose slowly, breathing hard, the gun still in his hand. “Adam,” Bianca whispered.
He turned.
The moment their eyes met, something inside her cracked wide open.
He crossed the space between them in three strides and dropped beside her. “Are you hurt?”
She shook her head.
“I thought—” His voice broke off.
She threw her arms around him.
He caught her immediately, pulling her close, feeling strong and sure. Hawk dropped down into the pit behind him and instantly lifted Ewan up to several men in cowboy hats.
Sirens sounded in the distance.
“You came,” she whispered against Adam’s shoulder.
“Of course I came.”
She pulled back just enough to see his face. Dirt streaked his jaw and his eyes burned with fear and relief all at once.
“I thought I was too late,” he said.
“You’re not.”
His hands came up to cradle her face. “I thought I lost you.”
Tears finally spilled from her eyes. “I texted you.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t know if it went through.”
“It did.”
She let out a shaky laugh.
For a second they just stared at each other, the world shrinking down to the space between them.
“Adam,” she said softly.
“I should’ve told you something,” he said at the same time.
They both stopped.
“You first,” she said.
He shook his head. “No. You.”