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THE HALF-BROTHER
SARAH
SAVED BY THE BILLIONAIRE
is the CONCLUSION of the Blaze Duet.
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Sarah Bell stumbled backward when Blaze sidestepped in front of her, blocking her line of sight and her half-brother’s line of fire.
One of the men in the New York City apartment, the blond one standing over by the huge window, was aiming a handgun at her.
Not at Blaze, the huge ex-Navy SEAL, thedangerousguy, theobvioustarget.
He was aiming ather.
As soon as they’d walked in, that guy had aimed straight at where Sarah trembled against the wall.
The other man in the living room, standing by the white couch in the whited-out living room that was like being hunkered down in the middle of a snow cave, stared upward at the white molding on the ceiling corner like he couldn’t stomach what was transpiring. At least he wasn’t pointing a gun at anybody.
And then there wasLogan.
Logan Bell, Sarah’s long-lost brother, the guy who was supposed to have her best interests at heart and would protect her from the Russian organized crime boss, wasalsopointing a gun at her from the hallway where they’d come in. He was between her and Blaze and the apartment’s heavily locked front door.
And the Russian organized crime boss, Sarah’s gosh-darnitaunt,was watching the whole fiasco from the computer screen. She’d crossed her arms in a dignified and sophisticated manner befitting a Russian Mafia czarina and squinted at the standoff.
Sarah glared at the stranger pointing a gun at her, then her half-brother with his weapon held in his outstretched arms, and she twisted her neck to switch back and forth as if watching the two of them would prevent them from firing. A watched pot never boils, so a watched gun never fires, right?
Or maybe that other guyor her own dang brotherwouldn’tshoot herif she were staring right at them.
Blaze crowded Sarah against the wall, holding his arms back as if he could shield her from those two death-dealing cylinders that gaped at her.
A white floor vase sitting on the white carpet bumped her leg but barely moved. The unyielding weight of it against her calf felt like concrete.
Blaze yelled,“The hell,guys? Whatthe hellare you doing?”
That concrete vase was heavy enough that if Sarah swooped down and grabbed it, maybe she couldhurlit at Logan. She was a strong farm girl, growing up hauling bales of hay and buckets of water, not to mention managing livestock. She couldhurlheavy things.
But the other guy might shoot her if she did.
Her skull and back panic-blazed like she was on fire.
The rocky vase chilled her leg.
Dammit, they shouldn’t have come here. She’d known better. She should have told Blaze to buzz off when he’d said Logan would keep her safe, and she shouldn’t have argued with Blaze in the elevator when he’d wanted to leave.
Logan looked down the sights of his pistol as he advanced toward them. Without taking his milky blue eyes off Sarah, he turned his chin to talk to the woman on the computer video call. “I got them here, just like I said I would.”
Sarah’s heart clenched. She’d wanted so badly to believe that she still had someone left in the world who gave half a dang about her, but she’d been wrong.
The worst disbelief wasn’t even at Logan.
Beyond Blaze’s shoulder, Sarah glared at her aunt’s image on the video call. “Tell them there’s been a mix-up!” Sarah yelled. “Tell Logan that everything’s okay! Tell Blaze that you’re a history professor,and this is all just a misunderstanding!”
