Vowing Love by Adrienne Giordano

Author:Adrienne Giordano
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steele Ridge Publishing

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Why the hell did the woman he fell for have to be so headstrong?

Reid’s plan of getting Rachael away from the house did not—repeat, did not—include Brynne deciding to go alpha on his ass.

He gripped the damned IV pole so tight he popped a knuckle. “Did you not think there was a reason I didn’t want you following us?”

For a few seconds all she did was stare at the weapon in Rachael’s hand. He angled sideways, sliding in front of Brynne in case Rachael went full-psycho and took a shot. A vision of Brynne on the ground, blood pouring from her chest assailed him. Son of a bitch.

Stay calm. He let out a silent breath, focused on next steps.

Brynne was in it now. Okay. He’d deal with that.

Brynne first.

Always.

Letting go, he lifted both hands. “Rachael, please, lower that. Didn’t I say we’d figure this out? If you start waving that around, it could go off and escalate this to a whole other level.”

Behind him, Brynne’s head came to rest on his back. How many times had she done that? Walked up behind him, wrapped him in her arms, and rested her head against him. Thousands. It had become…a thing. Part of their love language, she’d said. Whatever the hell that was.

“Wwww…what…” Brynne said, then paused. “I…don’t understand.”

Rachael scoffed. “Well, honey, neither do I.”

“She’s pissed at Mac,” Reid said. “We’re working it out.”

Rachael inched the weapon down and jerked her head toward the building. “Both of you, let’s go. Before you even try it, Reid, she’s coming with us. The more the merrier.”

Still behind him, Brynne lifted her head, breaking contact and leaving Reid wanting to grab hold and shield her from the bitch holding them at gunpoint. On their goddamned wedding day. He glanced over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But—”

“Ssshhh. We’ll be fine.”

He half-turned and hooked his free arm around her, pulling her close. He kissed the top of her head, inhaled the familiar citrus scent of her shampoo, and his chest cracked. He could lose everything today.

Not happening.

Whatever it took, he’d get Brynne out of this.

Rachael waved the gun. “Let’s go. Move it, lovebirds.”

He reached for the coat rack, scooped it up, and, arm-in-arm with Brynne, started walking.

At the training center entrance, he checked his pockets. No keys. Where the hell had he left them? In his previously hammered state, God only knew where they’d landed.

Plan B. He punched in the code and opened the door. A beep-beep sounded.

Rachael shoved the gun into his back. “What’s that?”

“Relax. It’s the door alert. It goes off whenever it opens.”

“Well, shut it off.”

With Rachael on his heels, he walked to the side panel just inside. “I can turn off the system, but the door chime is automatic. It’s a safety thing.”

Slowly, he punched in the code—Brynne’s birth time. As his finger tapped the last digit, his focus moved to the red button on the keypad. Panic button. If he hit it, the alarm would blast and the cops would show up.

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