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on the day Bruno had kidnapped her. God, when Jenna had the chance to change, she was having these clothes burned immediately. She’d never be able to wear them again despite the fact that she adored this vintage Lenny Kravitz concert T-shirt because, well, it was Lenny. What more needed to be said, really?
    A hand fell on her knee, making Jenna jump.
    “Jen?” Sara prompted.
    Jenna blinked. “Uh, sure.”
    Shane stepped through, and his smile shifted from hesitant to full when he looked at her. “Welcome back, Jenna,” he said with the hint of a Southern accent. Tall, with light brown hair that looked like he constantly ran his fingers through it, Shane was so handsome he was almost pretty.
    Her gaze flickered to Easy, who radiated none of Shane’s charm or warmth, just a stone-cold protectiveness that made it easier for Jenna to breathe—exactly what she needed right now. “Thanks,” she said to Shane, though the word felt grossly inadequate. But she had to say something because no doubt Shane had been involved in whatever they’d had to do to get her back from Bruno.
    Sara smiled up at Shane as she accepted the white pharmacy bag and a bottle of water. And with that one look, that one brief exchange, Jenna knew. Sara was in love with him. Jenna had seen Sara fake a relationship for four years, so she knew what her sister looked like in that situation. She wasn’t seeing any of that here. Her sister’s body relaxed in Shane’s presence and gravitated toward his. Her smile was full and easy, not at all forced. And she didn’t think she was reading Shane wrong in seeing a lot of the same signs from him.
    Tears pricked the backs of Jenna’s eyes. Somehow, in the midst of all the crap, Sara had found a bit of happiness. Nobody deserved it more.
    “Hey, are you okay?” Sara asked, scooting closer.
    “What? Yeah, sure.”
    “Sweetie, I was talking to you, and you didn’t even hear me.” Sara slipped her hand into Jenna’s.
    Pulling her hand away, Jenna grimaced. “You don’t want to touch me, I promise you. Not without a HazMat suit.”
    “Stop it. I don’t care about that,” Sara said, taking her hand again. “But I do need to know what happened.”
    “Why? It’s over, right? I’m fine. Really.” A thought hit her over the head, and Jenna gasped. “What happened to Bruno? Do you think he’ll find us here? We should get out of the city—”
    “Bruno’s gone,” Sara said.
    Gone. The word froze the frenzied thoughts darting around inside Jenna’s head. “Gone. Gone how?”
    A series of emotions flitted over Sara’s face. “He’s, uh . . .”
    “Dead,” Easy said from the post he’d taken up against the wall by the door. “You won’t have to worry about him anymore. Neither of you.”
    A moment of shock, then a whole torrent of relief. “Thank you,” she said, meeting Easy’s roiling gaze, as if he were almost daring her to disapprove. Hell to the no chance of that. “Thank you,” she said again. The words remained inadequate no matter how many times she said them.
    He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and ducked his head. And a part of Jenna wished it could just be the two of them here again. Easy had a quiet way about him that was peaceful and comforting, even though—clearly—the man was seriously and unabashedly lethal.
    “So, then, it really is over,” Jenna said. “You’re free, Sara.”
    “Yeah,” she said with a little smile that soon fell. Her grip tightened around Jenna’s hand. “Please tell me what happened,” she whispered. “I . . . if you don’t . . . my mind goes right . . . to the worst . . .” Her words drifted off, but Jenna knew what she was thinking. Because, unlike her, Sara had actually lived through the worst.
    So, no matter how much she wanted to just put what happened behind her, Jenna wasn’t getting out of this. She owed it to Sara to put her mind at ease.
    Fine. Then she’d stick to the highlight reel. Or would that be the