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If I lose Saylor—if I can’t get her out of here alive—I don’t know how I’ll recover, if I’ll ever recover.
One thing is for certain now. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before. What I feel for her is real and deep, and even if I get her out of here alive, I’ll lose what’s left of my heart.
I’m still awake when the sun rises, and I have to blink rapidly several times when I see Saylor on the other side of my cage. She’s alone. Her clothing isn’therclothing. She’s in men’s clothing, and she has a new bruise riding high on her cheekbone. Saylor looks left and right before inserting the key in the door, setting me free. I scramble to my feet, nearly tripping from the shock of seeing her.
“Grab the gun,” she whispers. The sunlight glistens off her blue eyes and her smile. “We’re getting out of this zoo.”
This woman has me fumbling on the ground as I reach for the gun.
“What the hell are you doing, Saylor?”
When I’m standing in front of her, the cage door wide open, she grabs the center of my shirt. Pulling me toward her and down, she presses her mouth against mine. The sensation makesme feel like I’m fucking floating. I hate that I love it. Hate that I don’t want it to stop.
Her lips move against my mouth, lingering. “I’m getting us out of here.”
She tucks her hair under an old Yankees ball cap she found somewhere in a junk pile, I’m sure. I tuck the gun under my waistband and readjust my fucking hard-on.
“Unless you have a better idea? The fishing boat leaves in thirty minutes, and we have to go get Collin and Turner.”
Unless I have a better idea.
Is she kidding?
Fuck.
Here we go.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
saylor
He’s fucking beautiful.He distracts me from the most important job I’ve possibly ever had, which has a time limit.
Thirty minutes. We need to find Collin and Turner and get to the west dock before the top of the hour.
Right now, all I can think about is how much I missed Brody when I wasn’t next to him. I considered if this chemistry and attraction was some twisted kind of trauma response, but looking at him now, feeling my heart pound against my chest at the sight of him, I confirm this is real. I pull him to me and kiss him, slowly so I can taste him, and relive making love to him at our waterfall.
Looking into his deep eyes, I keep my mouth against his, weary to pull away. “I’m getting us out of here.”
Pulling a ball cap I found out of the back of my pants, I try to tuck my hair into it so I’m less conspicuous. He has the gun and secures it. He hasn’t said as much, but I can tell he’s comfortable with the gun. He holds it like my dad does. Like he’s unloaded millions of rounds with precise accuracy. It’s something you can’t hide. At least he can’t hide it from me. I know there’smore than meets the eye with Brody, but now isn’t the time for anything other than the matter at hand.
“Unless you have a better idea? The fishing boat leaves in thirty minutes, and we have to go get Collin and Turner.”
He stares at me, mouth a little ajar, gaze questioning, and he shakes his head, but then he follows me out of our cage into the cool, wet, dusky morning.
We run, me setting the pace with my short legs, him staying so close that his arm bumps mine with every stride. We both know exactly where we’re going, even though no one has outright told us where the other bunker cell is.
Turner and Collin are asleep when Brody snarls at them—and it is an actual snarl too.
“Get the fuck up,” he growls as I fumble with the ring of keys that caused my black eye.
We have a finite amount of time before the guards wake up from the darts I peppered into them while they slept. Nery grabbed my wrist and slammed me into a wall because he was last, but he wasn’t quick enough. I darted him three times to make sure he’d be out for a while. Ravelo is the only one not accounted for, but I’ll take my chances with a gun against him.
Collin and Turner are the definition of shellshocked as we pull them out of the cage and tell them we’re heading to the west dock. We rest in a copse of dense palm trees on a sandy path. The brothers are behind us, stooping down, hands on their knees. This is more exercise than they’ve gotten since they’ve been here.
“Ravelo wasn’t darted,” I explain to Brody. “The rest are down and will stay down for a while.”
Brody glares at me, mouth open.
