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“We’re going to hit them fast and hard,” Bridger continued. “Get Kellen out safe. And make sure they don’t try something like this again. Then we’ll clean up the details: return the money, clear you from suspicion, and make sure the authorities know where to find your snake of an ex.”
He grinned. A hard, deadly smile. “This is the part we live for,” he said, his tone fierce. Committed.
Despite her fear, Jane knew the Lord had sent her a warrior fully capable of raining fire down on their enemies.
She just had to have faith. Faith in her God. Faith in Bridger and his team.
Faith in herself.
Easier said than done, but if Kellen could get through this, so could she.
26
Bridger’s stomachchurned as he knelt next to Mason’s wood stove, holding a long match to the kindling. Jane had barely said two words on the drive up to the cabin. Her only comment on entering the stunning modern-classic cabin had been a muttered, “Nice.”
Now she stood in the kitchen, wringing her hands, eyes darting around the open space. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the hundred-acre forest, but its warmth did little to ease the chill in Bridger’s bones.
Finally, the fire caught. He secured the heavy glass door and eased to his feet, ready to tackle the next item on his agenda, Jane. “What do you need?” he asked.
She paused, brows knitted. “I need to know we have a plan to get Kellen back. And I need to keep busy.”
His mind raced, calculations and contingencies clicking into place with well-worn familiarity. This was his arena, not hers. The soldier, not the civilian.
At least there was one thing he could fix.
“Roger that. I’ve got both of those covered.” He headed into the sleek, state-of-the-art kitchen. He opened the stainless-steel fridge and rummaged through its contents.
“When’s the last time you ate?” he asked over his shoulder.
Jane hovered in the doorway, arms still crossed. “I’m not hungry.”
“Wasn’t the question.”
He grabbed a bell pepper from the produce drawer and tossed it to her. She caught it reflexively.
“Make us something,” he said. “Low blood sugar isn’t going to help anybody.”
Jane sighed, but she retrieved a cutting board and knife. “I don’t cook much anymore. Not since...”
She didn’t need to finish. Not since her sleaze of an ex disappeared with Kellen.
Bridger watched her slice the pepper with deft, precise motions, her composure a thin veneer over churning emotions.
He could relate.
She kept her eyes down. “Tell me we have a plan.”
“Oh, we’ll have a plan. Give my guys a minute. Those agents have no idea who they’re messing with.”
Jane looked up at him then. Her eyes glistened, but her jaw was set. She nodded once.
Message received.
Bridger eased onto a barstool at the kitchen island. “We’ll meet whenever and wherever the kidnappers want.”
“And then?” Jane asked quietly.
“We do whatever it takes to get Kellen back. Once he’s safe, we lay our evidence out for the authorities and clear you of embezzlement. Whatever it takes.”
