Marc saw her face as she and Dog came in, and acid burned in his gut. Her man couldn't reach her physically, but he could reach her emotionally, and he had.
"You okay?"
She shook her head, face tear-streaked, beautiful black hair flecked with snow. "No, but I can't fix it from here. Montana by the end of March sound right?"
That was exactly what he had figured when she'd told him where her man was headed. "Yes, quicker if we do some night traveling too."
Angela sat on the couch and pulled the quilt around her shoulders, unable to stop hearing the threats, the ugliness. Kenny had been angry from the start, but had spun out of control quickly, suddenly screaming, and she wondered why. Heart now skipping rapidly in fear, she paled even more. Had he seen something he shouldn't have when she'd shown him the storm? Icy terror sank deep into her heart. Did Kenny know she wasn't alone?
Angela flinched as Marc pushed the heater closer to her, kneeling down to turn it up higher. Not mentioning it, he wished there was something he could do to make her feel better. When he looked up, her eyes were locked on his, a desperate glare in her blue depths.
"Tell me you'll back me up, no matter what. Tell me the code, the Corps, and everything else comes second to me."
Marc smiled bitterly, but answered without hesitation. "Wasn't it always that way? According to our family, I went against them and God to have you, and there was never a second that I wouldn't have come if you'd called." He dropped his eyes, sighed. "Still isn't."
Angela gave him a shaky smile. "I'm glad you're here."
Marc clamped down on another attempt to get her to change her mind. "Me too. Fifteen years was a long time."
Angela shuddered, closing her eyes and mouth on the hell she'd been through. Only the future mattered, and that was Kenny. He was a violent man and seeing her and Marc together might be enough to send him over the edge. Especially if he snuck up on them and saw anything, like the sparks that flew when their eyes met. Blood would spill then, and her boy's parentage wouldn't be an issue.
6
Two pairs of dark, frustrated eyes watched the couple move about inside the cabin, both unhappy with the lesson they had just witnessed through shared binoculars.
The snow had Dean and Dillan pinned down in a thermal tent. They were unable to get any closer because of the wolf and the tracks they were too injured to cover. Forced to wait until the storm broke and their wounds healed more, the brothers watched every move of the man and woman, plotting their revenge.