Jax nodded.
Ramon cut in abruptly. “Is it really in the Bible that friends give their lives for each other?”
Kenna knew he’d been wrestling with something since he’d brought Maizie here and they’d told Elizabeth what happened to her husband. She hadn’t expected it to be this.
Jax said, “It was talking about Jesus, because that’s what He did. He gave his life for all of us. His friends.”
“I don’t think I’m his friend.” Ramon shook his head. “I’d know if I was, right?”
Kenna remembered feeling like that, as if she could never be good enough to be accepted by God. But that was the significance of grace. That God had freely given Himself to be their sacrifice so that each person who believed in what Jesus had done could be accepted into His family.
Just like they’d accepted each other into this family.
She hated that they’d lost Craig. That Elizabeth would have to live without her husband, and their children without a father. That Maizie would never have him there to support and protect her.
But any of them would’ve done exactly what he had. In the moment, they’d have stepped in front of a bullet for any of them, and things would have turned out the same.
Because that’s what family did.
“You can be,” Jax said. “All you have to do is say a prayer. Believe that what Jesus did was powerful enough to wipe away every bad thing you’ve done and replace it with His goodness. It’s an exchange. Death for life.”
Ramon nodded. “Okay, how do I do that?”
Kenna swiped tears from the corners of her eyes. She eased into her rocking chair and listened, praying her thanks while Jax led Ramon in the sinner’s prayer. Asking for Ramon to find the peace he’d been searching for.
She ran a hand over the baby…who needed to figure out how to move this thing along. Now that their lives had calmed down, at least for now, she was ready to have this child.Anytime now.
The last she’d heard, the president had been arrested for multiple counts of murder. Bear had been in the throes of a firefight with rogue operatives when the police arrived. Hollace had been killed, and Bear had caught a bullet in the arm. The rest of them had been arrested.
Bruce and Amara had given the police a statement and gone to find a place in Salt Lake City, so they wouldn’t be too far away when the baby came.
Preston had bought several of the surrounding properties, so Kenna and Jax didn’t need to worry about neighbors, and she occasionally spotted his dogs roaming in the snow.
Ramon lifted his head. “Thanks, Jax.”
“Of course.” Jax held out his hand, and they shook, a lingering clasp of brotherhood and mutual respect. When they let go, Jax asked, “Does that sound like a helicopter to you guys?”
“Maybe Preston is coming back from somewhere.”
Ramon moved to the edge of the porch. “Whoever it is, they’re headed this way.”
Jax went with him, and they both stepped down onto the front walk, guns drawn and in their hands. Watching the helicopter land on the space Preston had his men clear off.
The side door opened, and a woman climbed out, wearing skinny jeans and a heavy jacket. Red hair.
“Sylvia Caughton.” Kenna stayed where she was because she didn’t feel like standing. Whatever this woman had to say, the guys could relay it.
TheDominatusasset came along the cleared path, holding a small box in her hands. As she neared Jax and Ramon, she said, “I’m not here to harm anyone.”
“Why are you here at all?” Ramon asked her.
“I need to speak with Kenna.”
Jax glanced over his shoulder at her, and Kenna shrugged one shoulder.
After Jax frisked her, Sylvia came up the porch steps. “I’d have thought you would’ve had that baby by now.”
“Is that why you came?” Maybe the small box she held was a baby shower gift.
