Page 29 of The Hero She Loves

Jenna flicked on the indicator and pulled over behind them.

Two guys straightened. One waved a hand at them and shot them a friendly smile. They were both late thirties, wearing jeans and flannels. One had short, brown hair, while the other had long, messy blond hair.

She watched them a second longer, her gaze narrowing.

“I don’t think they need help,” Parker said dryly.

No, she’d picked up the vibe, too.

This was a trap.

“Guess it’s their unlucky day,” she said.

Park gave her a half smile. “This might be fun.” He pushed open his door.

They approached the truck. She didn’t see any sign of weapons, but it didn’t mean the men didn’t have any.

“You guys have car trouble?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah.” The one with long hair approached her, a wide, friendly smile pasted on his face.

One that didn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s the problem?” Parker asked.

He was on the other side of the vehicle, and somehow, he’d dialed back that intensity of his. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes low, and he wasn’t setting off their radars.

“Actually, nothing’s wrong.” Short Hair whipped a gun up and aimed it at Park. “Give us your keys, wallet, and cellphones.”

Long Hair grinned. “And I want a few minutes alone with Blondie here.”

“You sure about that?” Jenna asked.

The man frowned at her. She clearly wasn’t reacting the way he expected. She met Park’s gaze. He gave her a small nod.

Then, he exploded into action. He kicked the gun from Short Hair’s hand, then landed a hard punch to the man’s face.

Long Hair lunged and made a grab for Jenna. She bent her legs, gripped his arm, and yanked.

He made a surprised sound and stumbled forward. She rammed her knee up between his legs.

Now, he made a gurgle.

“Get down, you idiot.” She kicked his legs out from under him and pressed a hand to his shoulder. He dropped to his knees in the dirt.

Across the truck, she watched Park slam his guy face first into the hood.

That’s when she saw a flash of movementunderthe vehicle.

“Park, watch out! There’s a third guy under the truck.” She kneed her guy in the face, and watched as he toppled to the ground, out cold. She rushed to circle around the vehicle.

As she got there, Park shoved Short Hair at her. She grabbed the man, and rammed him against the hood again.

Tattooed arms snaked out from under the truck, trying to grab Park’s ankles.

He dodged, then grabbed the guy and dragged him out.

The man cursed and twisted, but Park pinned him to the ground with one boot in the center of his back. Leaning down, he yanked the man’s arms together.