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He was alive, and he was here. He’d kept his promise and had come to protect me just like he’d vowed he would.

All the fight suddenly went out of me, and I sank into his warm embrace.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me firmly back against his chest, hugging me tight. Jensen had come for me.

He was here.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jensen

I had never felt such relief as having Kenzie in my arms.

She was alive.

She breathed hard as she collapsed back against me. Her chest heaved up and down harshly as she sucked in air.

All I could do was relish holding her in my arms. But only for a second. We weren’t out of this yet.

Ever since we’d learned about the threats Alan had been voicing toward her in jail, I’d feared the worst. I was afraid we’d be too late.

And we almost had been. She was out here running from five men barefoot, for Christ’s sake. She wouldn’t have lasted much longer.

I owed Ian DeRose, the owner of Zodiac Tactical, a man I’d only met briefly, everything I owned and then some.

When we’d found out Jada Moyer had bought a secluded cabin based on emails Alan had sent her, we knew this had to be where they were taking Kenzie. We hadn’t had enough proof for local law enforcement to be willing to send someone all the way out here. Plus, we’d known that could quickly get botched—a copcoming in lights blazing might’ve caused Alan to do something deadly.

Ian had offered his private jet, and a few hours later, we’d been here.

Not a moment too soon.

Kenzie was alive and back in my arms. I refused to think about ever letting her go again.

“Jensen.” She gripped my cheeks, her voice choppy and stuttering with the violent shivers that racked her body between the cold and the adrenaline. “You’re alive. I didn’t know… I didn’t… I was so worried…”

I kissed her softly. “Me too, City. But be quiet now. We’re not out of danger.”

I slipped off my jacket and wrapped it around her then picked her up. She was barefoot, and it was freezing out. “Are you hurt?”

“Just c-cold. And I cut my foot.”

I wasn’t so worried about the cut, but with these temps and what little she was wearing, even in my jacket, hypothermia was a real concern. Not to mention she was going to cool down quickly now that she wasn’t running for her life. I set her down on a log behind a large tree. It was as secluded as we were going to get.

I pressed the comms earpiece. “I’ve got Kenzie. Fast movement is not much of an option.”

“Roger,” Lucas responded. “Keep her hidden. Some of these guys are trained.”

By trained, Lucas probably meant former military. But it definitely meant they knew what they were doing, hunting people out in the wilderness in the dim light of barely dawn.

“I wish we had the rest of the team here,” Daniel muttered. “I’m moving around the south side of the cabin.”

The Resting Warrior team was spread thin. Everyone had been off following different leads, doing what they could to find Kenzie. Lucas, Daniel, and I had been the only ones closeenough to make the Zodiac Tactical jet when it arrived at the nearby regional airport.

“We’ll head that way too, Jensen,” Lucas added. “Try to lead everyone away from you guys. Hunter?”

“Roger.”

Oh yeah, and we had Lucas’s cousin. Dude was even quieter than me—I wasn’t sure I’d heard him speak a whole sentence yet. I didn’t know anything about him or even why he’d shown up in Garnet Bend, but he’d been willing to help, and that was enough for me. Especially since he was former Special Forces.

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