She started to open the door. “Not your decision.”
“Damn it, Mac.” Trevor held her wrist in a firm yet non-painful way. “Stop!”
“We don’t have time to stop, Trevor!” She whipped her head around. “Sean’s life is at stake.”
“You think we don’t know that? D and I want him out of that fucker’s hands as much as you do, but wecannotgo storming in there without some sort of plan. We do that, there’s a good chance we’ll all end up dead.”
Mac’s gaze bounced back and forth between Trevor’s and Derek’s. “He’s there because of me. I have to make this right. Sean’s not just my partner, he’s”—she swallowed the painful lump in her throat—“he’s my everything.”
“I know.” Trevor’s eyes softened. He glanced over his shoulder at Derek and back to her. “We both do. And we’ve both been standing exactly where you are, now. So trust us with this, McKenna. Trust us to help you get our boy back.”
“Trev’s right, Mac.” Derek took a step closer. “You were there when I needed help with Charlie. You, Grant…the whole team. None of y’all would’ve let me take off alone to go after the prick who took her, and we damn sure aren’t lettin’ you do this without us.”
Mac took precious seconds to try to think. To decide what the best course of action would be for the most important mission of her life.
Staring back at the two men she loved like brothers, she realized they loved her just as much. They also loved Coop, and he was who mattered most.
She glanced at Derek before sliding her focus back to Trevor. “Okay.” Mac nodded. “Call Grant. Tell him to get his ass in gear and be ready because we’re getting my partner back.”
