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Thank You. He was with her.

A branch over to her right cracked. Like someone had stepped on it.Logan.He had come to find her after he’d saved her life so that she didn’t go down in the plane and…She swallowed against the lump in her throat and tried not to think about Saxon and the grief on Hammer’s face before he’d taken her brother out the door. Or the older man, Neil, and his wife who would outlive him.

Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.

She spotted him coming and turned her head.

A whimper left her lips.Not Logan.It wasn’t him, it was the guy from the compound. Snatch. She rolled far enough to get her hands under her, still tethered to the chute. If the wind blew hard enough, she could get dragged across the ground.

Jamie tried to push herself up, dirt between her fingers and pine needles poking the palm of her hand.

His boots appeared in front of her hands, stepping into view. He crouched.

A knife flashed in front of her face.

Jamie choked back a gasp.

“Got yourself into a mess. Should’ve stayed where you were in that cabin, but then you’d be dead right now.” He cut her free of the chute, dragging the harness off her.

Jamie scrambled back, crawling on hands and knees. Her arm glanced off a rock, cutting the tender underside of her forearm. She gasped and held it to her front.

He stood over her. She looked around for his friends, but he seemed to be alone. He must’ve been on one of those ATVs. Or jumped off one and came after her while the others kept going.

“What…” She gasped. “What do you want?”

Dark hair fell over his eye on one side. The bottom of his jeans were wet, a couple of inches soaked above his boots. Worn dark blue jacket, thick like it was insulated. Flushed cheeks. “You killed the boss. You and your friends.”

“He would’ve killed us.” It was all she could think to say. The first thing that came out of her mouth.

“You think self-defense counts for anything out here?” His lips curled up and he chuckled. “You’re gonna tell me what you did to our computers, and you’re gonna die. How those happen is up to you.” He tapped the knife against the side of his pants. “Fast or slow. Easy…or painful.”

Jamie shivered, and not because she was out here in the street clothes that she’d been wearing in town—just a thick zippered sweater over her shirt. Jeans and boots.

She needed Logan and that fire he’d built in the firepit.

Snatch strode toward her. A phone on his belt buzzed. He put it to his ear. “I got her.” Pause. “Okay, do that. Meet at the spot.”

He hung up looking pleased with himself.

No. Just like Logan had said, God hadn’t brought them this far to abandon them now.

I trust You.

No one else had the power to save them.

From the right, someone rushed at him.Logan.It was him—he was alive. He tackled Snatch, slamming him to the ground before they erupted into a frenzy of punches, grappling with each other. Logan’s elbow caught Snatch in the stomach, and he bent forward, gasping. Logan brought his knee up fast, and the other man’s head snapped back.

Snatch slumped to the ground.

Logan rushed over to Jamie. Just like on the plane, he got close and spoke sweet words. She just hung on, because this might be far from over. Logan tugged her up. She fought for balance, the world spinning around her.

Logan got his arm around her waist and started walking. “Slow and steady.”

“I’m okay.”

“I know.” He didn’t let go of her. “I’ve got you.”

“Yes, you do.”