He sank as he blacked out.
Chapter 6
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Hallene’s legs andarms ached as she scurried through the dirt tunnel that ran over two hundred feet from the mansion to what was left of the access shack. Her intel had been good on this insert and escape route, but the minute that bomb went off, she’d end up buried alive in this death trap.
When she’d heard the Russian tell the Collector a black ops team was en route to the mansion, she hadn’t expected someone to come to her aid.
The team could have been a rival group with orders to capture and punish, or kill, the Collector for any number of crimes.
Hallene had been worried Phoebe would get caught in the crossfire. Now the Collector was moving her to a new location.
If only Kovac gave a shit about his daughter and their mother. Hallene would find out who blackmailed him and hopefully use that to find Phoebe again.
She stumbled, stuck her hand against the dirt wall to stay upright, and kept moving. Her leg and arm muscles were strained. She kept thinking of anything but feeling weak.
Maybe she’d have been better off leaving with that hunk.
No, he would have continued his sixty questions and she’d have been hard-pressed to escape from him and his team in this country. But he’d been the backup she’d needed tonight.
Six-feet-two of badass attitude. Then he’d yanked his shirt off and handed it to her.
Her eyes had tracked all of that lean and cut body as he’d put his tactical vest back on.
Calendar shot right there.
He’d gotten gold stars for handing her the shirt and never letting his eyes drop below her neck for a sneak peek.
It had been a long time since she’d had a man care for her needs, mainly because she allowed no one close.
No one to lean on. No one to lose again.
She’d spent a lot of lonely nights over the last few years, but she kept telling herself she was stronger alone.
Coop hadn’t been hers, but he’d filled some of that hole in her chest as a friend for a long time.
