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CARSON BRACED HER HANDS on the door leading into the tangerine colored submarine looking boat."No. No, leave me," she begged.Kawa turned toward her. If she weren't more afraid of what would happen on the boat that look would have scared her."Get in here," he snarled and grabbed her."No," she wailed.He yanked on her arm. She pitched forward going to her knees hard on the floor of the boat. The pain shooting up to her hip was worse now. Tears prickled her eyes.She curled her legs under her. Could she run? If she was too hard to control would they leave her? Or would they kill her?The remaining man climbed into the boat, leaving Kawa standing over her.They were going to make her get in that thing.A bang rang out, the sound of it echoing through her memory.For a moment everyone paused.Another blast of gunfire, closer this time, rang out.A man yelled. Another called out, maybe for help.The man at the front of the boat shouted something at Kawa who drew a gun.Cars

RYAN SQUEEZED MRS. ADAIR'S hand and nodded at the doctor. Mr. Adair was confined to a wheelchair until his knee was properly looked at, something the man did not seem pleased about.Both Mr. and Mrs. Adair stared at the doctor with wide-eyed shock."She's going to be fine," Ryan said, repeating the doctor's words. He was as relieved as anyone else about Frankie's prognosis after surgery.When Ryan's EMT buddy had rolled Frankie out of the boat, he'd kept his medical opinions to himself, which wasn't normal. Kade liked to combat fear with facts, only this time he hadn't said anything. Which could only mean that Frankie's wound was bad."Oh, my baby." Mrs. Adair leaned sideways toward him, resting her head on his shoulder.The doctor perched on the coffee table sitting in front of them and glanced at Mr. Adair. She was a bit young for Ryan's tastes, but if she could do the job, he didn't care if she wasn't old enough to buy beer. The one thing he needed to be able to tell Carson whe

CARSON HUNCHED LOWER TRYING to keep as much of her inside the coat as possible. Except for Owen and the lawyer she hadn't seen anyone in what felt like days. It was just her and this room.Would she ever get out of here?Someone tapped on the door.She frowned and said, "Come in?"The door swung open and Owen stood there, his blue eyes twinkling."Ready to go?" he asked."Is that a trick question?""Come on."He held her chair while she got to her feet."I think I'm completely frozen," she said."Sorry about that. I tried to adjust it." He placed his hand on her back. "There's someone here who'd like to see you."Carson didn't know if that statement was a warning or a promise.Owen guided her out of the interrogation room and through a few doors into a spacious office area."This is bullshit," Walker spat."You have the right to remain silent," a man with bright red hair said as he clapped cuffs on Agent Walker.Carson stopped in her tracks and watched along with everyon

NINE MONTHS LATER...CARSON HAD VISIONS OF what bringing her baby home would be like. How everything would be perfect. Her maternity clothes would be gone. Jessica had bought her that adorable maxi dress Carson wanted to wear home. She'd be comfortable. Family would be in the wings ready to fawn over the child.Reality was anything but."Welcome home." Ryan beamed at her, already settling into the role of excited new dad with gusto."Is she still asleep? Did you check her?" Carson had hoped her waddling days were over, but after two days of being in labor, most of her still hurt."She's fine. You're the one I'm worried about. Come on." He took her hands and guided her through their tiny living room, down the hall and into the master bedroom.Their big, comfortable bed beckoned. After being in the hospital for a week between the delivery and recovering from her emergency C-section, the mattress was a slice of heaven. She was looking forward to lying down without having to dodge

ALEC GUNNED THE MOTORCYCLE'S engine and didn't slow down heading into the turn. The wheels skidded and the ungodly motorcycle-cart contraption went in a wide arc onto the next street. This late at night there wasn't as much foot traffic, which was a blessing and a curse. He glanced down the road behind them at the truck barreling after them."Hold on, Jules." Alec gave the bike everything he had and prayed it would be enough. "Ryan? Zain? Anyone-do you copy?"Still no fucking answer.Everything was going to hell. If they made it past tonight without getting their brains splattered across the pavement, he'd call it a win. He had no idea where his team was or if they were alive.His focus was Jules. It had to be. He couldn't risk thinking about anyone else until he'd secured her. How he was going to do that was a mystery.If Alec didn't make it through the two security checkpoints in the next twenty minutes he'd be stuck in this area until morning. The curfew was about to drop and t