The brothers charged out the door and down the porch stairs where they yanked the man off the porch roof into the shrubs below. “Oh, dear,” Phoebe sighed and poured a little wine into a coffee mug.
“Summer,” he pulled her in a step closer. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay?” Inexplicably, tears welled in her eyes. “There are some things you can’t be protected from,” she said quietly.