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We droveboth my 4Runner and Keelan’s Jeep into town. Knox checked us in to a hotel room. I told him we weren’t staying more than a night before Ian’s…colleagues came. I wore a hat and a pair of sunglasses that Colt had been nice enough to get me from a gas station on the way here. I didn’t want to cause a disturbance if someone recognized me from TV.

The four of us made our way to our room. I left my go bag and guns in my 4Runner and only brought in what I would need for the night.

As we rode the elevator up, in a very nice hotel, I said, “I wish we could go out to dinner.”

“That would be nice,” Colt said.

“It’s probably best you stay in the room,” Knox said.

“A few of us can go pick something up and bring it back,” Keelan suggested.

“Or we can order room service and enjoy cable TV,” Creed said. “Maybe they have the cooking channel, and we can watch that chef you fangirl over.”

I actually smiled. “If you understood who Bobby Flay was, you would fangirl, too. Even my mom would swoon when we’d watch him.”

“So not only do you admire him, but you find him attractive as well?” Creed asked.

“He’s old enough to be your father, babe,” Colt said.

I shrugged. “I have a thing for blonds.”

Keelan snorted and before the twins could say anything more, the elevator doors opened. We made our way down to the suite Knox had gotten us. After going inside and looking around, we saw that it was a two-bedroom suite with one room with a king-sized bed and another room with two queen beds. Between the two rooms was a small kitchen and living-room area with a couch that pulled out into another bed.

After we set down our things, we all met in the living room. I sat in the center of the couch. Creed sat on one side of me with the remote in his hand. Keelan sat on my other side. Colt took a seat in one of the two armchairs. The three of them all let out a sigh. They were tired both emotionally and physically. Running and hiding did that to you.

Knox joined us in the living room last. “I didn’t find a room service menu. Why don’t Colt and I go pick something up?”

“How will you know what we want?” Creed asked.

Knox looked to me. “Can I take the burner phone and I’ll call the room when I find a place?”

I nodded. “I put it on the kitchen counter.”

Knox grabbed the pad of paper and pen that had the hotel’s logo on it and wrote down the room number and the hotel’s phone number. Then he and Colt left.

Creed flipped through the channels on the TV. When he came upon one of our favorite cooking competition shows, he said, “Here we go,” and set the remote down. Just seeing how the cooking show seemed to relax him, I found myself smiling. He caught me with my goofy smile and pulled me to his chest before leaning back. Keelan grabbed my feet and set them on his good thigh.

“How’s your leg?” I asked him.

“It’s fine. It’s not nearly as bad as your arm was,” he said.

I was pretty sure he was lying. By the amount of blood I’d seen on the towel he’d used to wrap around it, I was pretty sure it was.

It was close to an hour until the room’s phone rang. I got up to answer it. “Did you two get lost?”

“We had trouble deciding on a place,” Knox said. He then told me about the place they were at and what was on the menu. I passed on everything he told me to Creed and Keelan. We told Knox what we wanted and before we hung up, he asked me if I would like any dessert.

“Ice cream, please,” I said and our call ended.

It was nearly another hour before Knox and Colt returned with all the food. The rest of the evening was as wonderful as we could make it. We didn’t leave the living room. We ate dinner and then ice cream while watching food competitions. During that time, I refused to think of anything else other than the four of them and being in the moment with them.

As the night grew late, Creed fell asleep on the couch, and I pretended to do the same with my head on his chest. I listened as the other three whispered about going to bed and being careful not to wake us. One of them put a blanket on top of Creed and me before heading off toward the bedrooms.

I listened to Creed’s heartbeat for most of the night and when the sun was about an hour from rising, I quietly climbed off of him. I had set everything I would need to leave on the kitchen counter along with the pen and pad of paper that Knox had used. I wrote out a detailed note explaining everything.

They knew Logan had been taken by Mr. X, but they didn’t know that Mr. X had called me on the sheriff’s phone threatening to kill Logan if I didn’t come to him. To prove that Logan was alive, he’d let Logan talk to me.

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