Page 37 of The Hero She Loves

There.

He caught the glint of sunlight shining off something.

“Got him.”

“He was waiting for us,” she said grimly.

Park glanced at her, his gaze moving to the blood-stained cloth in her hand. That damn blood. He turned back to the window and looked through the binoculars again.

The telltale glint was gone.

“I think he’s gone, but we need to stay down and still for a bit longer, just in case.”

She nodded and sighed. She lowered the gauze, then touched a finger to her head gingerly. “I’d really hoped we’d find him here.”

“Well, we did. He’s in this area. We’re a step closer.” Park’s gaze moved to her wound. There was a small furrow on the side of her head.

She’d almost died.

His chest was tight and it hurt to draw a breath. He looked out the window again.

Olson would pay for this. Park vowed it.

I’m coming for you, asshole.

It waslate afternoon when they hiked back, and Jenna saw the Drifter Lake Lodge up ahead. It gleamed like a welcoming beacon.

She’d done her best to clean her head wound, but it was stinging. She wasn’t going to tell Park. She glanced over at him.

He’d been tense and edgy the entire hike back. She’d felt the contained energy boiling inside him.

Every time he glanced at her head, a muscle ticked in his jaw. He was really mad that she’d gotten hurt. No doubt it brought up some bad moments for him.

He hadn’t said much the entire walk back.

She cleared her throat. “Are you all right?”

“No.”

When he didn’t say anything else, she sighed.

As they neared the lodge, she saw some people on the deck of the main building, having drinks.

“We should probably clean up and make an appearance at dinner. I mean, the newlyweds cover will probably keep peopleaway, but I get the impression that Velma has a need to feed people. She’ll hunt us down eventually.”

Maybe a good meal might help Park settle.

He just grunted.

She followed him into their cabin.

“I’m going to shower first,” she told him. Then she needed to update Owen.

Park nodded, going to check his phone.

Jenna took a quick shower and carefully washed her head wound. It stung like hell. She dried off and looked in the mirror. She had a small groove just past her temple. Park was right, she was lucky as hell. She was probably going to be missing some hair.

She set her shoulders back. Still, she wasn’t going to dwell on it. She was alive and that was all that mattered.