Page 91 of Montana Heat

At least notthesemountain views.

I should be happy, not pensively staring out my window. My nightmare was over.

The police eventually arrived at the cabin that night, but by then, everything had been nearly taken care of. Lucas and Daniel had helped me get Jensen to the cabin and warm enough not to be critical. By the time the ambulance had arrived to get him to the hospital for his knife wound, he’d at least been stable.

Jensen had saved me. If he and the Resting Warrior guyshadn’t shown up when they had, if he hadn’t so selflessly given me his jacket and shoes, if he hadn’t fought Alan despite Alan’s knife, I definitely wouldn’t have made it.

Most of the night was still a blur for me, even now. From what I understood, Lucas’s cousin Hunter had taken out most of Alan’s hired thugs: two dead, two severely beaten. But when we got back to the cabin with Jensen, Hunter had been gone.

Jada had been too.

Evidently, disappearing was Hunter’s modus operandi, according to Lucas. For years, he’d been trying to get Hunter to come stay at Resting Warrior. After all, the ranch was meant for people exactly like Hunter: a former Special Forces soldier who was having difficulty adapting back into civilian life. Hunter’s demons apparently didn’t give him much peace.

Lucas was certain Hunter would eventually show back up. But to keep him out of trouble with the law since he wasn’t there to give a statement, Lucas and Daniel had taken responsibility for what had been done to the thugs.

Not that the police had cared overly much. Alan’s guys all had extensive rap sheets and were all wanted for various crimes. Taking them out had been doing law enforcement a service, especially in a situation like this where everything was very cut-and-dried.

Except for when it came to Jada.

She’d saved my life too. Despite the stalking, and that she was obviously a little off her rocker, if she hadn’t jumped on Alan when she did, I’d be dead right now.

So, the thought of her injected with that damned amnesia drug and off on her own somewhere? I didn’t like it. She had to be terrified—no memory of anything about her life, no resources… I hoped they found her soon. Less for making her pay for her actions and more for getting her help. She needed it now more than ever.

Alan was heading back to prison, this time under multiple counts of attempted murder. There would be no early parole for him a second time.

My life was truly my own once again. I could see my friends and family whenever I wanted to. My seminars for the next few months were set up and almost sold out.

Everything I’d wanted when I’d rolled into Garnet Bend a few months ago, I now had. I was free to live and do whatever I wanted. Get back to the business that was so important to me.

But all I could think about was Jensen.

I’d seen him, of course. I’d stayed with him in the hospital the two days he was there, and then I had helped him get settled back at home afterward. He’d been a grumpy patient, not wanting to sit still, but I’d found ways to convince him to stay in bed.

Then the next weekend, my parents had come to meet him. They’d loved him—and Garnet Bend—like I knew they would. And, God bless Jensen, he’d eaten my mother’s cooking with a smile on his face as if he couldn’t taste how terrible it was.

But then it had been time for me to go back into the career I’d spent such a long time building. The career that had brought me so much joy and fulfillment.

The career that now seemed a little empty if it meant I was going to have a life without Jensen.

I loved him. He loved me. We talked multiple times every single day. But how did this work with us so far apart?

My phone buzzed on my desk, and I pressed the intercom button to answer. “Kenzie, your three o’clock is here.”

Shit. I was so out of it, I hadn’t even realized I had a late-afternoon appointment. I glanced at my calendar and didn’t see anything written down.

“Samantha, I don’t even know what appointment this is,” I told my assistant. I hated being unprepared for a meeting. It wasted both my time and my client’s. “It’s not on my schedule.”

“Sorry, boss. I must have forgotten to write it down.”

I swallowed my frustration. Samantha didn’t make mistakes like this very often. Never, in fact. “Maybe we should reschedule so that…”

I trailed off as Jensen walked into my office and shut the door behind him. “Samantha was covering for me. I asked her to block out some time for me on your calendar but not let you know I was coming.”

I couldn’t help myself. I rushed around my desk and into his arms.

I breathed him in. God, that smell. No matter how much I was near him, the scent of Jensen always felt like coming home.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? How long are you staying? I’m so happy to see you!”

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