Page 85 of The Hero She Loves

“That’s for hitting her, asshole.” Park punched him again. “That’s because you deserve it.”

Olson groaned.

“Park, as an officer of the law, I have to ask you to stop hitting the fugitive. Unfortunately.”

He pulled some zip ties from his pocket. He roughly flipped Olson onto his stomach, and when the man made a pained sound, he didn’t feel a lick of sympathy.

“Can’t say I’m sorry, Olson.” He fastened the man’s ankles and wrists behind his back. He pulled the ties tight. He didn’t give a fuck if he cut off Olson’s circulation.

Jenna looked up at the helo and waved at Owen. The young marshal pumped his fist in the air.

There was a thud on the deck.

Shit, what now?Park crouched, ready for anything. He saw Jenna spin and lift her gun.

Two men in black wetsuits slid over the side of the boat.

Vander straightened, Ren beside him. Water sluiced off their bodies.

Vander eyed Olson, then looked up. “Looks like you didn’t need our help.”

Ren made a face. “You couldn’t have saved anything for us?”

Park sat back against the railing, pain flaring inside him. He was pretty sure he had some broken ribs. “You guys were too slow. More than happy for you to take it from here, though.”

Vander’s lips quirked. “Congratulations, Jenna. You caught your fugitive.”

She leaned against the boat controls. “Honestly, I’m just glad it’s done.”

Suddenly, Olson leaped up. He’d broken free of his ankle restraints. He sprinted for the side of the boat.

Ren cursed, and so did Park.

Vander moved faster than seemed possible. He gripped the back of Olson’s neck, spun him, then slammed him face first into the railing of the boat. He yelped, blood pouring from his broken nose. Vander kicked the man’s legs out from under him. He hit the deck hard.

“Ren, get a rope,” Vander said calmly. “We’ll hogtie him.”

Jenna moved over to Park, weaving across the deck. She dropped down beside him. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He slid an arm around her. It hurt, but he wanted to hold her.

She leaned into him.

“You need ice on your face,” he said.

“And you need ice on your ribs.”

She hadn’t missed that. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Together, they watched Vander and Ren tie up Olson. This time, he wasn’t getting loose.

It was done. It was over.

“You got your man,” Park murmured.

She looked up. Her left eye was almost swollen shut. He gently touched her temple, and tucked her hair back behind her ear. How could she still smell so good after everything they’d been through today?

“I did. I found a hell of a man. Strong, tough, loyal. A good man, even though he doesn’t think so.”