Page 88 of The Hero She Loves

Jenna made an annoyed sound. “Park doesn’t run the entire military. He risked his life to help me bring Olson in. He hiked through the wilderness, he had my back, he protected and helped me. You know, did the dirty work.”

Vic lifted his chin. “The US Marshals Service appreciates your help, Conroy. Now, we were having a private conversation?—”

“No, we weren’t,” Jenna cut him off.

“Jenna, I messed up. I’m sorry.”

“I doubt you are.”

“That,” Vic said. “I miss your toughness.”

She crossed her arms. “I seem to recall you calling me a ballbuster.”

Vic dragged in a breath. “I mean it, I miss you.”

“Well, she doesn’t miss you,” Park said.

Vic’s gaze narrowed. “What would you know?”

“Because she’s been sleeping in my arms this week. She kisses me. She takes my cock. She loves me. She’smine.”

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up at him, amused. “Is this some sort of alpha man claiming ritual?”

“No,” Park said. “It’s my claiming ritual.”

She smiled at him.

“You’re sleeping with…him,” Vic spluttered. “I dated you for over a month and you wouldn’t put out. But withhim, it’s only a few days.”

“That’s right, Vic.”

“He’s a killer.” Vic stabbed a finger at Park. “He’s just like Olson.”

“He’s nothing like Olson, and yes, I’m sleeping with him. I’m in love with him.”

Park cupped her cheeks. “Go away, Vic.”

Vic grumbled. “You’re making a mistake, Jenna.”

“No, you were a mistake.” She didn’t even look at him. All she could see was Park. “Thankfully, you were a short-lived, easily forgotten one.”

Her ex huffed. “You’ll regret this.” He stalked off.

“No, I won’t.” She gripped Park’s wrists. “Yours, huh?”

“Yes. I’m not really good with words, so let me show you how I feel.” He lowered his head and claimed her mouth with his.

Jenna clungto Park as he kissed her.

He hauled her closer and kissed her like he never wanted to stop.

He still couldn’t believe she loved him. Couldn’t find the right words to share how he felt.

A clearing throat made him lift his head. He looked over and saw Vander and the others standing there, smiling at them.

“Olson’s gone,” Vander said.

Park tucked Jenna against him, and they both looked at the street. The car the marshals had loaded Olson into was driving away, red taillights glowing. It was escorted by both marshals and state troopers.

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