Page 38 of The Hero She Loves

The risk was worth it to catch Kyle Olson.

Wrapping the towel securely around her body, she headed into the bedroom. There was no sign of Park. Suddenly, her cellphone started ringing and she snatched it up.

“Hi, Owen.”

“Just checking in. No sign of Olson in my area.”

“I was about to call you.” She sat on the bed. “We had an interaction with Olson.”

“You saw him? Where?”

“We didn’t see him. Park and I hiked up to a hunting cabin. He wasn’t there, but he took a few shots at us with a sniper rifle. It’s nothing, but one shot clipped me.”

Silence. “Are you all right? Jesus, do you need medical attention?”

“I’m fine, Owen.” She didn’t need another overprotective male. “It’s a graze.”

“Where?”

She ran a hand through her damp hair and prodded the edge of the wound. “I’m all right.”

“Where, Jenna?” His voice hardened.

“Side of my head. It’s nothing.”

Owen cursed. “A bullet to the head is not nothing.”

“We’re getting close. I need you to contact the other search parties. Get them to block off any routes out of my area and close in. We aren’t letting Olson get away.”

“I’m coming to you. You need me.”

“I have Park.”

“Yeah, well, where was he today?”

“Knocking me down and covering me with his own body. Ensuring we got into cover.”

Owen’s harsh release of breath echoed on the line.

“Stick to the plan, Owen. I’ve got this.”

He sighed. “Be careful.”

“I will.”

“And Jenna, we know Olson is dangerous, but don’t forget that Parker is as well.”

He ended the call, and she set the phone on the bedside table. Park still hadn’t appeared, and she wondered where he was.

She moved toward the window and that’s when she saw him. Swimming in the lake.

Leaning her forehead against the cool glass, she watched his strong strokes. He owned the water, moving with strength and skill. Yes, he was dangerous, but she knew he wasn’t a danger to her physically.

She watched until he climbed out and grabbed a towel, running it over his wet chest. He was only wearing a pair of black swim shorts. He walked toward the cabin.

As he stepped inside, he was still damp. She saw beads of water on his skin.

When he saw her, his hand balled into a fist.