Page 94 of The Hero She Loves

“I wanted to get you a ring that wouldn’t get in your way. That you can wear to work.” The ring was two bands of glittering diamonds twisted together. There was no large stone to snag on anything. He slid it onto her finger.

Shit, his hands were shaking.

“I love it. I love you.” She rose and Park pushed his chair back. He pulled her onto his lap. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a restaurant.

“Mine,” he murmured.

“Yours.”

He was still kissing her when screams broke out, and glass shattered on the floor.

Jenna jerked.

Park looked up and saw two men wearing balaclavas storm into the restaurant. One was holding a shotgun and the other a handgun.

“We want everyone’s phones, wallets, and jewelry,” one man yelled, opening a black sack. “Put everything in here, and no one gets hurt.”

Jenna’s gaze narrowed. “These two picked the wrong place.”

Park hid a smile. “They sure did. I love watching my kickass marshal in action.”

She patted his jaw. “I love having my badass man as my backup.”

They waited until the men closed in on their table. Jenna morphed into a terrified woman. “Oh my God, please don’t hurt us!”

“Just hand over your stuff.” The man shook the sack. “Now!”

Jenna squeezed Park’s leg, indicating which guy she was going for. The one with the sack.

That left shotgun guy for him.Good.

Jenna rose. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

Jeez, she was good. If he didn’t know her, he’d believe she was terrified.

“Put it all in the bag.” The man held the sack out.

Jenna stood. “I don’t think so.” She took a step, grabbed the bag, and twisted it, tangling it around the man’s arm.

His brows snapped together. “Hey?—”

She rammed her leg up, kneeing him between the legs. He let out a sound that made Park wince.

The other man started to move. Park attacked. He shot out of his chair and yanked the shotgun out of the man’s hands. He whirled it around and rammed the butt of the shotgun into the man’s gut. He doubled over with a loudoof, and Park gripped the back of his neck and slammed his face into the table. The plates and cutlery rattled.

The man let out a gurgle and dropped to the floor.

Jenna drove her guy to his knees.

“US Marshal, asshole. You’re under arrest.” She raised her head. “Someone call 911, please.”

“On it,” a man said, fumbling for his cellphone.

The restaurant broke out in cheers and applause.

A man in a suit, the restaurant manager, hurried over. “Thank you. Thank you so much!”

“I’m US Marshal Jenna Sheridan. And this is…my fiancé, Parker. We just got engaged, and I wasn’t planning to hand over my new engagement ring to these guys.” She held out her hand to show the man.