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Goose bumps rose on her arms. She needed the blanket but lacked the energy to get up and cross to the cot where she slept to fetch the blanket. What was the point? She’d exhausted herself at first, working out with push-ups and all the Pilates stretches Jax had drilled into her head when she had to recover from an injury. The sit-ups and leg raises he had her do to maintain her muscle mass.
Now, she was wasting away.
Not just because of the constant nagging nausea in her stomach.
The door lock clanged, and a man stepped into the room. His spitting image, down to the way he walked and that sweaty skin. The shiny bald head.
“Doctor Buzard.”
“That’s right, Kenna.” He sat the tray of food on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling today? Still sick?”
She stared at her toes, wondering why she’d never bothered to paint them. Trying to recall a Bible verse—anything to anchor her trust in the One who could save her.
You need to get me out of here.
She wasn’t going to last much longer.
Doctor Marcus Buzard didn’t come too close. He crouched out of reach. “You’re looking a little better. Some food will help you have more energy. Anything else you might like? Another book or a magazine?”
A cell phone.
Or a gun.
That would do it. She would appreciate a gun right now.
She had killed this man. Shot him and seen him bleed out, gasping his last breath. And yet, here he was. In charge of this facility—wherever they were. She had no idea. She’d been knocked out in Arizona and woke up strapped to a hospital bed…somewhere. Treated. Assessed. Locked in this cell.
“You just let us know if you’d like anything, all right?” He didn’t leave.
Why wasn’t he leaving?
“Make sure you eat, Kenna.” He straightened to standing. “You need to keep your strength up. For the baby.”
The door clanged shut.
Kenna laid her hand on her lower stomach, unsure if this was yet another mind game. The nausea could be anything they’dgiven her. It could be something in the food. Or the fact she’d been here for weeks with no obvious way out.
No one had come to rescue her. She didn’t even know if Jax was alive or dead.
She shifted her hand off her stomach and went to see what food there was on that tray. After all, he was right. She needed all the strength she could get if she was going to get out of here.
She just had to keep fighting.