Page 120 of Every Which Way

“You’re welcome.”

“For saving me, I mean.”

He said, “You’re the one who saved me. You killed Woodford. With…whatever that knife was.”

“Bruce gave it to me. I have no idea.”

“Oh. I think I know.”

Kenna shook her head. “What do you mean?”

“We had a tracker on you. We followed you from the cabin to the courthouse, the whole way.”

“I had the necklace.” She frowned. “I turned it off to save the battery, but I turned it back on?” She tried to think if she’d had it at the courthouse but couldn’t remember exactly. All of it was so foggy. And terrifying.

Jax rubbed a hand up and down the outside of her arm, infusing her with more of his warmth. “Maizie said the signal was being blocked. We tracked you with that pen…knife…thing.”

“Then we owe Bruce.”

“We never would have found you otherwise,” Jax said. “I’ll be praying he pulls through.”

“When I’m up and back to work, I’m going to help him figure out what happened when he got burned and if there’s a debt he needs to pay back.”

“Revenge. Sounds fun.”

She lifted her chin and looked at him.

“You think I’m leaving again?”

Given the expression on his face, she guessed the answer to that rhetorical question was no. “I’m feeling the sudden urge to spend some time in Phoenix.”

“Your team can have the RV at a campsite. You’ll be at my house.”

“How presumptuous.”

“Get used to it. I’m not feeling the need to be apart for awhile. We’ve got cases to work, a revenge plan to enact, and…some other things.”

She had no idea what to guess first. None of it would be unpleasant. “Good thing I didn’t just marry some crazy senator from Colorado, then.”

“We’re not joking about that for at least ten years.”

“Good to know.” A yawn overtook her, and she relaxed after it. Closed her eyes.

“Go to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

But she did.

For some time to come, Kenna wasn’t going to wake up without panicking at first. Wondering if she would see those people standing over her bed. Wondering if being rescued had been a dream. That Jax wasn’t here. That she was still captive, and the world hadn’t been put back to rights by her team. Her friends. Her family.

But Jax wasn’t here.

She shifted in the hospital bed and saw that the IV had been removed. Kenna started to sit up.

“I’ll help you.” Amara moved to the bedside, pressed the button to raise the head of the bed, and fluffed Kenna’s pillow. “It’s nice to be able to do something.”

“How is she?”

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