Chapter Sixteen

Cole got up, naked as the day he was born and went to peer out through the window. His side window had a view of the side of the building but the one by his bed overviewed the front of the mansion. He saw his father’s men firing shots into the woods surrounding the house and the sight of a body sailing through the air to land on the side lawn made him jerk his face in that direction. The man stayed down and didn't get up. Cole thought perhaps a shotgun had been used on the guy at close range. That was the only logical thing he could think of. Otherwise, what or who could be that strong to toss a grown-ass man that far? 

He left the window and hurried to the closet. Isabelle had found one of his old pullover hoodies with sweatpants. He loved that it looked smart on her. That would make it easier to run in. Speaking of running, he lowered his gaze to her legs and saw she was barefooted. He cursed.