Page 76 of The Hero She Loves

Jenna slid in beside Park. “Okay?”

“I will be.” He took her hand.

His face was paler than usual, but he had the same tough glint in his eye.

“Promise?”

His lips quirked. “I promise. Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

That was her problem. She didn’t want to get rid of him at all.

She was falling hard and fast for this former soldier.

Soon, Boone pulled up in front of a simple building painted a pale gray with a white trim. It was called the Glacier Hotel. Boone parked in front of one of the rooms. The front door opened, and a tall man walked out.

A second later, the back door of the Suburban opened.

“Park, you didn’t let that asshole get the better of you, did you?” the newcomer said.

Jenna blinked. The guy was handsome. He had tousled, black hair, a chiseled face, and warm, brown eyes.

“It was just a love tap, Ren,” Park said. “Good to see you.”

Ren and Boone helped Park toward the door of a nearby room. A big, scowling man stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the space.

“Shep, Ren, this is Jenna,” Vander said. “She’s with the US Marshals.”

“Hi.” Her gaze narrowed on Shep. “Wait, aren’t you the guy who rescued the president’s daughter when she was taken hostage in the jungle?”

“Yeah.” Shep’s voice was a deep rumble.

“He also fell in love with her,” Ren added. “And they’re going to get married.”

Shep shot his friend a grumpy look.

Something told Jenna that grumpy was Shep’s default. But right now, she didn’t have time to chitchat. She was worried about Parker and the amount of blood he was losing. “Can you get Park into the bathroom. I’ll stitch him up.”

“You sure?” Vander asked.

“I’m sure.”

They walked through the room that had two queen beds, a desk, and a TV. The bathroom wasn’t fancy, with a shower above the tub and a slightly yellowing vanity and sink.

“Give us a shout if you need us,” Ren said.

She helped Park take his shirt off, then sit on the closed toilet seat. He did a bad job of hiding his wince.

She opened Vander’s first aid kit and briskly started cleaning the blood off his skin. The cut was nasty. He could’ve died. Her hand shook. “You’re going to have another scar.”

“Hey.” He cupped her face with one big hand. “I’m okay.”

“You could have bled out…”

“But I didn’t. I’m pretty tough.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

She gripped his arm. “You’re not invincible, Parker.”

“Don’t need to be when I have you guarding my back.” He kissed her again.