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him. Silence had its own sound and his
muscles tensed in readiness. “Helen. Come out, baby.” The steady hold on his
weapon didn’t betray the racing of Vin’s pulse. Paintings of wild crashing
waves against a shoreline hung awkwardly from the wall. Each frame depicted a
storm raging similar to his hellcat when angered. A green vase with fancy
flowers lay on its side dripping water in a puddle on the gray carpet and the
all glass table he’d once admired now covered the floor in deadly shards.
    Where was she?
Scanning the spacious area, Vin ignored the cracked bookshelf sprawled across
the floor, black leather arm chairs rested upside down. He noticed Helen’s
sleek silver cell phone resting on the top of her black desk. He prepared for
anything but not the warm bundle that leaped his way.
    “Vincent.”
    Vin had seconds to
toss his armed G32 to Harkum who caught it reflexively as Helen slammed into
him arms latching around his waist and face planted in his chest. His arms
enfolded her carefully in case she’d lied about injuries.
    Laying his face
against the top of her head, Vin murmured soothing words of reassurance and the
band in his chest loosened. Her shoulders shook but she didn’t cry, merely
tightened her hold as if she’d never let go. Vin inhaled her familiar
fragrance. Some fruity scent she paid a bundle for and came in the tiniest
glass bottle he’d ever seen. Shit, he’d missed her
    “You’re alright,
Helen.” He whispered the words aloud and finally she nodded, pulling back
enough for him to get a good look at her face. Long brown hair which was never
out of place hung in a lopsided ponytail. Dirt streaked her face and her cheeks
carried a tinge of red. Beautiful brown eyes welled up with tears.
    Unexplained
emotions tumbled like blocks in his chest. Unable to put words to what he felt
but needing to touch her once more, Vin raised his hand to run a thumb along
the familiar scar bisecting her right eyebrow. A childhood accident from a
swing set she’d pushed which had unexpectedly slammed back and hit her face. He
remembered her grimacing as she retold the tale. ‘I duck faster now,’ she’d huffed on a laugh as if to downplay the scar.
    The small inch
long mark added to the perfection of her face in his opinion. Bumps and bruises
served as a visible reminder of the path and choices people made throughout
their life. Some good, some bad but never to be regretted. He’d learned some of
his best lessons from the worst choices he’d ever made.
    Like blowing off
Helen Scott because of the stupid experiments he’d agreed to let the government
perform on him. He should have manned up and ended things face to face instead
of acting like a dick.
    “Need to evac,
sir. Asap.”
    Harkum’s words
lent him the strength to completely remove himself from Helen’s embrace. He
ignored the hurt expression she managed to mask in a split second. Regret
pounded a rhythmic beat in his head. Vin had never asked for anything in his
life. Circumstances taught him better but being this close to her filled him
with uncontrollable yearning. The only thing he’d ever wanted was the one thing
he couldn’t have.
    “You’re sure
you’re alright?” This was her last chance to fess up before they made the trek
back the way they came. Her dark hair shook briskly in the negative. Vin
accepted her answer.
    His brave girl. He
expected no less.
    Now that worry
stopped gnawing at him, he took in her condition. A quick look from head to toe
catalogued her appearance. Vin could attest to the softness of the silk pink
blouse she wore. His fingers twitched from the memory only seconds old. Her
skirt was typical Helen Scott. Tight enough to highlight her curvy ass without
being obscene. It stopped inches above her knees, advertising killer legs that
gripped a man tight when he plowed between her thighs. His dick jerked at the
reminder. Vin shook his head at the impractical four-inch heels she wore. The
killer stilettos