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Jax smiled. “I think you’re amazing.”
“Don’t make me cry. We have butts to kick.” Kenna felt the moisture gather anyway. She sniffed. “It’s over. They don’t get what they want, because this isourlife.”
“Let’s make sure we ruinalltheir plans, not just that one.”
“I like the way you think, Mr. Jaxton.” She grabbed her bowl and shifted the cat out of the way so she could put it in the sink. “Let’s get to work.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jax’s phone chimed. Kenna’s vibrated across the table before she could even stand up. The same alert—movement on the sensors and cameras outside. He tapped the screen, and a second later, someone knocked on the door.
“It’s just me.” Zeyla pulled at the handle, evidently impatient to get in.
Jax got up and unlocked the door so she could enter.
“Hey.” Zeyla looked flushed, but not tired at all from being up all night.
“Everything okay?” Kenna asked.
“I had an idea. I need to borrow some clothes.”
Her cousin was an…edgier version of herself. They had very different clothing and hairstyles, but their basic build was similar even if Zeyla was a little shorter than Kenna.
“And I need coffee.” Zeyla grabbed a mug from the little shelf above the coffee pot. “This isn’t decaf, is it?” She looked over her shoulder.
“I have hot chocolate.”
Zeyla made a face. “Awesome.” Her tone indicated it was anything but awesome.
Kenna smiled over the rim of her mug, and Jax returned it.
He said, “There’s coffee in the French press.”
Kenna ignored that. “What do you need clothes for?”
“You have an appointment at this pregnancy center. They take walk-ins, but I figured if we book ahead, it’ll hit on someone’s radar.”
Kenna had an appointment, but Zeyla wanted to borrow clothes? That didn’t amount to too many options, and none of them involved Kenna being in danger. Or facing down a medical professional who may or may not be an agent ofDominatus.“How long is the ruse that you’re pregnant going to hold up?”
“Long enough.” Zeyla shrugged, drinking half the mug of hot coffee in a few gulps.
“For what?” Jax asked.
“Hopefully long enough for kidnappers to show up.” Zeyla lifted her brows. “I have an idea about that as well.” She looked at Kenna. “You good if I take Jax with me? To keep up the ruse.”
Jax said, “I’ll ask Ramon to trade.”
Kenna bit her lip. She didn’t want to get in between the team and a chance at a solution, or at least a break in the case. Zeyla clearly had a plan. Kenna didn’t need her fears to stall that plan and prevent this whole thing from being over sooner rather than later.
She needed to memorize Psalm91, just in case. At least so that she could recall more Scripture than she’d been able to previously. But thejust in casepart was about the chance she might once again be a captive of their enemy. Or that the baby might be. If the worst happened, she wanted to be able to recite Scripture to keep a hold on her hope even when things got darkest.
“I can stay here if you want me to,” Jax offered.
Kenna shook her head. “It’s okay. If the plan is for me to see a doctor, it’s way more convincing if you’re there.” Unless hedidn’t want to leave her as much as she didn’t want to leave him. “If Ramon is here, and rested, it’ll be okay. It’s a workable plan.”
Jax glanced aside at Zeyla. “What’s the plan?”
“Kenna sees a doctor we found randomly, trying to roll the dice that it’s not one of their doctors.”
