“Ow!” he yelled as the sling back met its mark.

Since it was impossible for me to run lopsided, I sent the other shoe sailing in the same direction like a small, expensive, Italian-leather missile. That one missed the target, so I hurled a few choice expletives behind it.

“Come on!” Gordon called after me. “Sarah, baby, we can work this out!”

I ran through the entrance of the cemetery and straight into something firm and unyielding. I looked up. It was something tall, muscular, and blue-eyed. A street-lamp shone above him like a beacon from heaven itself.

“Whoa there, miss,” the unyielding stranger said. “Slow down.”

I was gasping for breath after my sprint. “Oh, thank God! You have to help me.”

The man’s gaze slid from my neck wound over to my date from hell, who had almost reached us.

“Don’t worry about a thing, darlin‘,” he said and smiled. His teeth were shiny white in the moonlight.

Two more men emerged from the shadows, one as thin as a rail with stringy blond hair, the other big and burly with so many tattoos that they peeked out at the edge of his neck past his dark shirt and jacket. I hadn’t noticed anyone else around until they’d moved. Hey, the more the merrier.

The man with the shiny teeth gently pushed me aside. “You wait right there, darlin‘. We’ll deal with you in a moment.”

I nodded and exhaled deeply. Wow, it was just my luck that these fine gentlemen were out for a walk in the cemetery. After midnight. I frowned. What the hell were they doing here, anyhow? Seemed like quite the lucky coincidence, if you asked me. But since it was working out in my favor, I kept my questions to myself. Gordon skidded to a halt in front of us, blinking rapidly and rubbing his eyes from the shot of pepper spray.