Page 140 of One Last Chance

“Nope.” Flynn looked at her sister, then leaned into her embrace. “But I will be.”

“Kennedy?”

The voice made them both look up.

Sully stood there, his mouth gaping, his eyes wide.

Flynn looked at Kennedy, who gasped and let her go. Stood up. “Sully?”

She took a step toward him but he held up his hand. “To be clear, you are Kennedy, right? Not another twin.”

She frowned, glanced at Flynn, then back to Sully. “It’s me, Sul.” She took another step toward him, and it seemed his entire body shuddered.

“Can I?—”

She launched herself at him, her arms around his neck, and he pulled her up, buried his face in her neck. Then he set her down, cradled her face, and kissed her.

Oh, did he kiss her.

Moose raised an eyebrow, and Boo nodded, grinning.

Then Shep returned from the chopper with a litter, and they moved Axel onto it.

“This is unnecessary,” he said.

“For the love—just stay there and pipe down,” Moose said, shaking his head and stalking out to the chopper.

Flynn looked at Axel. “You scared him.”

“Mm-Mmmhmm.”

“You scared me too.”

“I know. But you started it.”

She sighed. Glanced at Wilson, who sat by the pit, his hand over his face. No, she hadn’t. She’d just finished it.

Still, even as she looked at him, something wouldn’t settle inside. She’d really thought . . .

“No more monsters,” he said quietly.

She looked at him. “Let’s just take a moment to breathe, okay?”

The guys picked up the litter and carried it to the chopper. London got into the cockpit. Moose was on the radio to Deke.

Kennedy held hands with Sully as some of the colony members came out.

“We’re going to need to bring Donald in,” said Axel. “He’s hurt.”

“He’s fine,” Kennedy said. “We have our own medical facilities, and he’s already getting stitched up.” She sighed. “But you should know that Dori was his daughter. He hadn’t heard from her since she left, so . . .” She looked away, sighed. Then to Flynn, “Thank you for ending the questions, at least.”

Flynn pulled her into an embrace. “That’s what I do.”

“I know,” Kennedy whispered.

Flynn leaned away. “Oh, by the way . . . this is yours.” She reached up and unhitched the necklace with the double hearts. Then she slid one heart charm off, held it in her grip, and made to put the necklace on her sister.

Kennedy held up a hand. “Nope.”

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