Wyatt was only a step behind, too close to stop that sharply when Max did. He threw his weight back on his heels, but it wasn't enough. His momentum carried him forward and into Max's back.

He was able to twist enough to keep it from being a full-bodied blow, but it wasn't enough to keep them from toppling. Hitting the dirt hard in a tangle of limbs and flying bags and a low breathless grunt of pain as Max's elbow slammed into his gut.