Chapter One Hundred Eight

Seeing Angel being held at knifepoint by a madman had scared Colton more than anything he’d ever lived through. Somehow, he’d managed to steady his trembling hands enough to get off the shot to drop the guy.

After taking a brief moment alone to put his head between his knees and make sure he wasn’t going to do something silly like puke or pass out, he strode out from his hiding place to go check on her.

She was walking and talking, but her hands shook, and he wanted nothing more than to go to her and hold her. He wanted to feel her alive and warm in his arms, and never let her go.

It was the letting her go part of that plan that kept him in place as the sound of sirens filled the hot summer air.

He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. Stepping into her life, only to look around and find he was alone again—it was killing him.

When she thanked him for coming, he nodded but didn’t say anything. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He worried if he opened his mouth, the only thing that would come out would be begging.

Fortunately, he was relieved of the possibility when the building was swarmed by the local police. As was normal protocol, each of the marshals gave a statement of what had happened, then they were asked to come to the station to tie everything up.

It was a good shoot, and the mutilated body on the floor was pretty solid proof of the man’s guilt.

Colton kept his eye on Angel as he gave his statement, and he was glad to see Dane get in the driver’s side of her car to take her to the station. Her family was taking good care of her. That was as much as he could hope for.

Since he didn’t have any other choice.