Kendra hammered on the door. “Colin? What are you doing in there?” A hand on the door latch, Colin stood rooted to the spot, his gaze riveted to Amy. She moved restlessly beneath the covers, fighting her way toward consciousness. Footsteps approached. “What the devil?” He sagged against the door. Damn, Jason was there now, too. “Colin’s inside.” Hearing Kendra’s smug tone, Colin could cheerfully wring her neck. “Hiding. With Amy.”
