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  “I know, right? I thought she was a mix when I first saw her, but I can see now she’s probably mostly pit bull,” Laine said, her voice still a bit lower than usual.

  “Are you afraid to have her around?” It was Cade who asked.

  “No,” Laine said immediately. “I don’t care what breed she is. That dog literally saved my life. She didn’t show one ounce of aggression at the groomer or the vet, or even when we’ve been handling her puppies. I think she somehow knows that not only did we save her and her babies, but she saved me too.”

  Wes told the story only some of the people in his living room had heard. “We were searching the property and I’d begun to think Laine had been snatched away and we’d have to start the search from scratch, when I looked into the pasture and saw Chance sitting there. She wasn’t moving, just sitting stock-still. It was unusual and it made me want to know why. If that dog hadn’t been out there by that old well, we would’ve left and never known Laine was there.”

  Mackenzie put her arm around Laine and hugged her to her side. “I love you, Laine. Don’t do that again.”

  Everyone laughed at the complete seriousness in Mack’s voice.

  “I won’t. From now on, everyone is going to get a complete run-down of my plans for the day . . . every day. Getting up. Drinking coffee. About to shower. Driving to work. Going to X address for a showing. Driving home. Eating dinner.”

  All the women laughed, the men did not.

  “I was kidding,” Laine said with a smile, looking at the alpha men staring at her.

  “Someday I’ll tell you a story about people knowing where you are at all times,” Penelope said, fingering the Maltese cross around her neck with a faraway look in her eyes.

  “Actually, that’s a good idea,” Quint agreed with Laine, and she could see him squeeze Corrie’s hand. Corrie had her own drama she’d been through . . . kidnapped by loan sharks, and she’d managed to save herself while waiting for Quint to find her. Of course he’d agree that it was a good idea to have her text with her whereabouts all day, every day.

  “Yeah . . . no,” Laine shot back. “Look, it was a freak thing. Just like Mack being buried in that coffin. Or Mickie being in the middle of a turf war between a motorcycle club and a drug lord. The same with Corrie and Penelope being kidnapped. It’s not going to happen again.”

  “Did you hear what you just said?” Conor questioned. “Those things usually don’t happen to most people, but the fact that they’ve happened to four of the most wonderful women—five, if I include you—I’ve met, who just happened to be dating some of my best friends? Yeah, I think all of you women should make a note of what your plans are every day . . . just in case.”

  Laine smiled, but hid it behind her hand when she yawned. She probably wouldn’t make a list of every second of her day, but she would be a bit more careful in the future. She could’ve saved herself, and Wes, a lot of heartache if she’d only written down the address of the property she was going to, or at least told Rose or Mack where she was going. It had been careless and even a bit reckless on her part, and it wouldn’t happen again.

  “Laine’s tired,” Wes said in a firm voice over the din in the room as the women—except for Hayden, who was sitting with her arms crossed as if daring one of her colleagues to suggest she needed to broadcast where she was every second of the day—argued against giving a blow-by-blow of every minute of their plans for the day to their men.

  Wes’s words were the impetus to get everyone moving. One by one they said their goodbyes to Laine, every single person making sure she knew how happy they were that she was going to be okay.

  Penelope gave Laine an extra-long hug when it was her turn. “I’m very glad you’re okay. If you ever need to talk to anyone, please let me know. I’m in a group . . . it’s for people who’ve been held hostage, and I know it’s different from what happened to you, but it might help if you need it. It’s nice to know there are others who are feeling a lot of the same things as you.”

  “You okay?” Laine asked. She wasn’t that close to Penelope, but she’d met her a few times and really liked her. She was a firecracker and tough as a whip, but she somehow put out vulnerable vibes at the same time.

  “Yeah. I’m okay. Some days are better than others. I was serious about the group. There are people who have gone through a lot of shit, and they’re amazing. One of my best friends in the group has to attend electronically now, but she’s working on her issues. It makes what you and I went through look like a walk in the park.”

  Laine’s interest was piqued. “Worse than what you went through?”

  “Yeah. She moved here from California. She’d been kidnapped by a serial killer. A SEAL team rescued her and another woman before the sicko could kill them, but he’d had her long enough to make her life a living hell. She has problems leaving her house now as a result. It all sucks. She was doing really well, but recently she’s been having issues getting to the meetings in person, so I set it up so she could attend remotely.”

  Laine wanted to ask more, to get to know more about what the poor woman had gone through and how she was doing, but another yawn broke through before she could comment.

  Penelope gave her another long hug then pulled back again. “Okay, I’ll let you go. I’m glad you’re all right, Laine.”

  “Thanks, Penelope. See you later?”

  “Definitely.”

  Wes put his arm around Laine as they waved to everyone from the doorway. Finally, when they were all gone, he pulled them inside and closed and locked the door.

  Feeling more tired than she thought she’d be, Laine didn’t protest as Wes helped her walk into his bedroom. He got her settled and said, “Let me take Chance out, now that the coast is clear. I’ll be back.”

  “Okay.” Laine held out her hand and Chance came over to the side of the bed and licked at it, before she and her four puppies followed Wes out of the room.

  Laine snuggled down into the covers and closed her eyes.

  She felt when Wes returned and climbed in behind her. He was warm against her back and the arm around her waist held her tightly to him.

  “I love you,” Wes murmured as he kissed her ear.

  Laine turned to her back and smiled up at the handsome man above her. “I love you too.”

  “Will you marry me?”

  Laine wasn’t all that surprised at the question. She’d basically already told him she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him while they were out at the Johnson property, after Squirrel had hauled her out of the hole, but it felt good to make it official. “Yes.”

  “Good. When?”

  “Whenever you want.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Uh . . . excuse me?”

  “Tomorrow. We can go to the courthouse and do it.”

  “Don’t we have to get a license and sit out the waiting period and all of that?” Laine asked.

  “Damn. Yeah, I think it’s seventy-two hours or something.”

  “What’s the hurry? I’m not going anywhere,” Laine soothed, running her hand up and down his biceps.

  “When I realized how much I love you and how precious life is, I recognized that our time here on earth is just too short. I want to spend every second of the time I have left with you.”

  “We can do that and not be married,” Laine said reasonably. She wasn’t trying to talk Wes out of it, but was trying to understand the urgency he was feeling.

  “I want my ring on your finger, and I’m hoping you’ll change your name to King. But I would totally understand if you didn’t want to. It’s kind of archaic that the woman has to be the one to change her name, but I can’t help that it would make me feel good.”

  “Laine King. It sounds good,” she mused.

  “It sounds fucking fantastic,” Wes agreed, then leaned down to kiss her.

  “As soon as the three days go by, I’ll marry you. Although . . . Mack is gonna lose her mind if she’s not invited. And probably Mickie and Corrie too. And I wouldn’t want to do it without your friends there. Oh, and Squirrel and Moose and Penelope, and all the others from the fire station too. We can’t leave them out.”

  Wes laughed. “How about we have a nice quiet civil ceremony then have a big-ass party later?”

  “Deal. I want to make love to you, Wes.” When he opened his mouth to speak, Laine put her finger on his lips to shush him and continued, “But I’m still too sore. Just the thought of spreading my legs is enough to make me wanna hurl, imagining the pressure it’d put on my hips. But as soon as I’m feeling up to it, you had better watch out. I’m gonna jump you.”

  Wes chuckled. “I’ll look forward to it, darlin’. I’m perfectly content to hold you close all night and every night until you’re healed enough.”

  “Maybe in the barn . . . can we reenact that moment when we first saw each other? I’d love to act out my vivid dreams of running across the barn and taking you to the ground and having my way with you,” Laine told Wes with a smirk. “That rope and your cowboy hat have played front and center in a lot of my fantasies as well. I swear to God, the first thing I thought when I saw you standing there without your shirt on and your V-muscles leading to my Promised Land, was that you were the most amazing specimen of a man I’d ever seen in my life.”

  “You too?” Wes asked with a grin. “That was my fantasy. Not my abs, but pulling you into my arms, stripping off your top so I could get a good look at those tits and the nipples that stood up to say hello to me, and taking you right there against the wall in my barn.”

  “I’m so glad I didn’t back out of coming to watch that photography session that day. It changed my life . . . for the better.”

  “Mine too.” Wes kissed Laine, making sure she kept still so as not to hurt herself. “I got the photos from that day back from Jack. I’m supposed to pick my favorite three. I forgot about it until now. Will you help me choose?”

  “Oh, shit yeah. I want you to be the hottest man in that calendar, but I was serious when I told you back then that I’d prefer for you to be all mine. I’ll let others drool over your body, but your face is all mine. My very own Texas Ranger cowboy. I love you, more than you’ll ever know.”

  “I know, because I love you like that too. Sleep now. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

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  Look for the next book in the Badge of Honor Series: Shelter for Elizabeth. Scheduled to be released May 17th. You first met Beth in Protecting Summer…she has since moved to Texas to try to deal with being kidnapped by Ben Hurst…and meets a sexy firefighter who just might help her with her phobias.

  If you want to know more about Penelope, the Army Princess, and her ordeal of being kidnapped by ISIS, please check out Protecting the Future.

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  Also by Susan Stoker

  Anthology

  Ever My Love: The Lore of the Lucius Ring

  Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series

  Justice for Mackenzie

  Justice for Mickie

  Justice for Corrie

  Justice for Laine (novella)

  Shelter for Elizabeth (May 2016)

  Justice for Boone (Sept 2016)

  Shelter for Adeline (TBA)

  Justice for Sidney (TBA)

  Shelter for Blythe (TBA)

  Justice for Milena (TBA)

  Shelter for Sophie (TBA)

  Justice for Kinley (TBA)

  Shelter for Promise (TBA)

  Shelter for Koren (TBA)

  Shelter for Penelope (TBA)

  Delta Force Heroes Series

  Rescuing Rayne

  Assisting Aimee - Loosely related to DF

  Rescuing Emily (July 2016)

  Rescuing Harley (Nov 2016)

  Rescuing Kassie (TBA)

  Rescuing Casey (TBA)

  Rescuing Wendy (TBA)

  Rescuing Mary (TBA)

  SEAL of Protection Series

  Protecting Caroline

  Protecting Alabama

  Protecting Fiona

  Marrying Caroline (novella)

  Protecting Summer

  Protecting Cheyenne

  Protecting Jessyka

  Protecting Julie (novella)

  Protecting Melody

  Protecting the Future

  Beyond Reality Series

  Outback Hearts

  Flaming Hearts

  Frozen Hearts

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  Stepbrother Virgin (erotic novella)

  About the Author

  New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

  She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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