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Nothing was going to stop her from getting back to them. Nothing.

Heather pulled her hips through the window. She clung there, for a moment, perched on the smallest ledge. What was she supposed to do now? She had to hurry. If he ran around to the outside, he could get to her before she got down. But the warehouse was huge. It would take him a moment or two.

If she let go, she was going to fall. Twenty feet. That could kill her. Do a lot of damage.

But there was a tree there.

Five feet away. Maybe…maybe she could do this.

Heather reached out with one hand. Until her fingers, bruised and probably broken, cut and burning, wrapped around the first branch.

She could do this.

She was a Coleson.

Colesons never gave up. They just didn’t.

She was getting back to her family. No matter what.

Heather did what she had to do.

She would climb now.

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He couldn’t getinto the ER fast enough. Not since Jacobson had called his brother-in-law directly. Allen Jacobson had promised he wouldn’t leave Powell’s side until Gunnar got there. Of course, he wouldn’t—Allen’s sister Shelby was one of Powell’s closest friends on the planet.

Allen would protect her with his life if he had to.

Just like Caine and Rafe, Heather’s nephews, would. And Vince—Dom Acardi’s own father who worked as head of security there. They would all protect her. Until Gunnar could get to her. Logically, he knew this.

But logic had nothing to do with how he was feeling now.

He wouldn’t believe it washeruntil he saw her, touched her, for himself.

Then the doors were opening in front of him, and he was running in.

Dr. Jacobson met him at the main desk. “Nikkie Jean is with her. And Annie Barratt.”

“I need to see her,” Gunnar told him. “Is she okay? The baby?”

“She’s going to be fine, Erickson. Just bruises. We’re getting her ready to head up to radiology now.” He held out a hand. “She’s in a state of shock, but she’s relatively lucid. I know you’ll have questions.”

“Has she said anything about Heather?” Jake asked from beside Gunnar. He’d been the one to drive. Jake was hell on wheels when needed.

It had been needed.

“Taken out of there in a box truck about an hour ago. Heading southeast. Powell got a partial plate. But that’s all she had.” Jacobson led the way. “I’ll tell her you’re here.”

Gunnar was right on his heels.

Then he could hear her talking. He heard her. Thank God.

He almost hit his knees.

Then big dark eyes were looking right at him.

And she was standing. Moving.

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