Jax chuckled. “Something like that.”
“We should do that in Wyoming, where the cabin is. I mean, not the party stuff. The rest of it, though. Help people out if they need it. Give donations. That kind of thing.”
He reached over and squeezed her knee. “It’s a good idea, and a biblical concept. Providing for the poor, orphans, and widows.”
“And such were some of you?” That was a biblical concept as well. No one could claim the higher ground. Everyone was an equal in the eyes of the Lord. No one was a worse sinner than anyone else, and no one could say they were better than another. Or more holy.
He gave her knee another squeeze. “Something like that.” He flinched, his attention flicking to the rearview.
She looked at the side mirror. “I see them.”
Jax hit the talk button on his phone screen. “We have company.”
Kenna said, “One black SUV in pursuit,” then she tapped the screen to turn off the talk function.
Maizie came back. “We haven’t seen anyone yet. We’re almost to the top of the ridge.”
When she was done, Kenna responded, “Copy that. Stick to the plan.” Then she said, “Preston? How do things look from the air?”
His connection was a whole lot louder than theirs. “Coming your way now, Kenna.”
She held off replying and instead checked the progress of the SUV. “They’re coming up behind us fast.”
“We’re faster.”
“We’re probably heavier, too. With all the armor plating.”
“We’re more maneuverable because we have so much more power.”
She rolled her eyes. “Good, because they’re going to kill us to get what they want.”
Jax hit the gas, and they sped up. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Emma.”
“That isn’t her name.”
“Charlotte.”
“Nope.”
“Madrid. No, Barcelona.”
“Antigua is a cute name.” Kenna bit her lips together to keep from laughing. “I’m still thinking about it.”
“We should decide.”
“What if we choose a name and, when she’s born, she doesn’t look like that’s the right name for her?” Besides, it wasn’t like this was the time to choose a name.
Even though she’d sort of already chosen one, it wasn’t the time to tell him about that either.
Jax sighed loudly, but he seemed more amused than anything. “I hear the chopper.”
Kenna tried to see it but didn’t have much visibility out the windows, and there was no sunroof. “Probably above us.”
“There.” He pointed left, out the window beside him.
The chopper crested over the trees and passed above them, heading toward the SUV that was rapidly coming up behind them. She watched in the side mirror as whoever was on board opened fire at the SUV, spraying bullets at the hood, the windshield, and the roof of the vehicle.
After they’d gone overhead, someone leaned out the side window of the SUV with a rifle and opened fire on the helicopter. Return fire caught the guy, and he slumped down, still half out the window.
