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Bree took another tissue. That first one was already soaked, and she couldn’t stop crying.
“So tell us about Robin,” Chance coaxed, “if you don’t mind.”
“She adores her father,” Bree answered as quietly as she could inside the noisy helo. “And they look exactly alike. You should’ve seen Robin trying to figure him out when she met him.”
“He’s met her?” Pagan asked.
“Yes, the night before we flew to Maine. She’s in New Mexico with my parents right now. Do you know Walker Judge and Persia Coltrane, his wife? They’re watching over the rest of my family.”
“No kidding,” Chance breathed. “Sure, they work for Alex Stewart. Don’t worry, sister. He only hires the best. Your parents and daughter’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Bree admitted. She’d never doubted them. “I met Walker and Persia when Kruze split us up. They’re like you guys, both very capable, and Robin was chattering like a magpie with Persia when they left, but…” Bree choked. “He has to live,” she whispered, not sure if Chance or Pagan could hear her.
“Yes, ma’am, and he will,” Pagan growled. “He’s finally got something to live for.”
Bree couldn’t speak anymore. But Lord, she hoped Pagan was right.
