Kelsey sat up, straining to hear what he heard.
He laid a finger across his lips and flipped the lamp off.
Kelsey slid out from between the sheets and dropped to the floor in a crouch. She grabbed the bag she'd thrown together and shoved her phone inside. Logan was already at the bedroom door.
A low squeaking sound. No, was that straining? What was it?
It was coming from the living room.
The balcony doors.
Kelsey shoved her feet into her shoes and drew her gun.
Logan padded around the bed to her and pulled her close so he spoke into her ear. "Two on the balcony. Maybe more."
She nodded and tossed her bag on the bed.
Common break-in? Her head said that was unlikely. Did it make more sense if they were being targeted?
Logan yanked on sweats and a hoodie, then bent and pulled a large, black duffle bag from under the bed. He waved her to him and once more pulled her close to speak into her ear.