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“Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic you’re safe. But selfishly, I’m not ready to leave here yet.”

God, neither was she. “We could stay for longer. A vacation.”

He sighed. “Wish we could, baby girl. But Kent said Clint is throwing his toys. He wants you back. Now that you’re mine, I can tell him to fuck off. However, you are his sister and we know how protective he is of you. . .”

“Plus, he’s threatening to drive out here and get me, isn’t he?” She knew her brother well.

Zeke groaned. “He’s going to have to be told that I’m in charge of you now.”

“Hey.” She scowled at him. “Nobody is in charge of me, thank you very much.”

He snorted. “You need someone watching over you or you tend to run off and get yourself into trouble. And believe me, I’ll be doing a much better job than your brothers did.”

“Zeke Jonas, will you stop!”

His gaze narrowed. “Are you mine?”

“You know I am.”

“Then you’ll do as you’re told and obey me,” he stated arrogantly.

“Good luck with that, buddy.”

He grinned. “Challenge. Accepted.”

Oh shit.

17

They

were about an hour away from Sanctuary when she felt something pressing down on her chest. She wasn’t ready to go back.

She turned her head, looking at his handsome profile. Warmth filled her, despite her unease. This man was hers. “Do we have to go?”

He gazed over at her. It was starting to grow dark and he’d just turned the headlights on.

“Tell you what, we’ll go there, show Clint his baby sister is still alive and largely unmolested,” he winked at her and she groaned, “then we’ll go to the city, rent a hotel room and not leave it for at least a week.”

“Deal,” she said with a soft sigh.

Suddenly, he grew tense. “What the fuck?”

Lights flooded the truck from behind them. She turned, wincing at the glare. “Why are they so close?”

“Fuck. Fuck. Get my phone. Call Kent. Tell him we have trouble.” He pushed down on the accelerator as he spoke, pushing the truck to faster speeds. Her hands shook as she did what he said. Suddenly the car sped around them, passing them.

She breathed out. “They must have just been asshole drivers.”

“Call Kent. Now.” Another set of headlights flooded the truck. There was another car behind them.

She grabbed his phone and found her brother’s number, only just managing to press the call button before they rounded the corner to find two cars parked across the road. Zeke slammed on the brakes. She jolted against the seatbelt, her head snapping to the side as she screamed. The car behind them crashed into the truck, sending it spinning. She screamed as they flipped into the air, aware of Zeke yelling her name before she knew nothing.

18

“Wake her up.”

“She got a hard hit to the head, boss. She might have a concussion.”


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