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Fuck.

I press the gas pedal to the floor and the tires squeal as I race through the red light, barely missing a van that rolls through the intersection just after I do.

“Dude, you want me to send people over there?”

I shake my head. “No, send someone after her phone. If Biche has her, we have to get her back before he gets her somewhere secure or he decides to ditch the phone and we lose her for good.”

“Okay… but wouldn’t he know to ditch her phone in the first place?”

I glance in my rearview mirror as I merge lanes. “What’s your point?”

“Do you think he’s leading us on a wild goose chase?”

“I don’t know, Streak!” I scream, slamming my fist into the steering wheel as my stomach clenches.

Oh, god.

This can’t be happening again.

My mind races and fear pulses through my bloodstream as I race to the cabin, driving as fast as my old beat up truck will let me and praying that I find her there, safe and sound. All the stories she’s told me about her time there flick through my head and it gets harder and harder to breathe as each second passes. I can’t lose her… I just can’t.

“Where is Storm’s phone, Streak?” I ask, needing something to distract me from the fact that my heart feels like it’s exploding in my chest.

“Um…” he murmurs. “Still at the cabin.”

Fuck.

If Biche came for her, Storm wouldn’t have gone down without a fight and he’s got a wife and kid to think about now.

“Send someone to the cabin, too. If Storm is there, he might be hurt.”

“Yeah, you got it, Henn,” he answers and I release a breath when I see the road to the cabin up ahead.

I’m almost there.

My heart stalls and time seems to stretch as I turn down the dirt road and race toward the cabin. I pull into the driveway and scan the area.

“Storm’s bike isn’t here,” I tell him. This doesn’t make any sense. Why is Storm’s bike gone if his phone is still here and where the hell is Kady? I run toward the cabin, trying to listen for any sounds that will alert me to danger but my heart is pounding too hard to focus on anything else as I crash through the front door. Stumbling at the sight before me, I suck in a breath.

“Noah,” Kady says, looking up at me from where she’s standing in the middle of the living room. She’s dressed in a gorgeous white dress that I’ve never seen before. It brushes against the floor as she shifts back and forth on her feet and her blonde hair is curled in big waves that frame her face and make me imagine gripping a chunk of it as I fuck her all night long.

“Kady, what the hell is all this?”

The room is full of hundreds of candles, all of them different sizes and colors, that cast a warm, inviting glow over the whole room and the fireplace is lit, the wood crackling as she smiles at me.

“You should hang up the phone, Noah,” she whispers and I glance down at the phone in my hand. The screen is blank and I glance up at her again, blinking.

“I think he already did.”

She nods, holding her hand out to me. “Come here.”

“What is going on?” I ask again as I walk through the path of candles laid out in front of me to where she is. Like a beacon, she draws me in as my mind struggles to switch from fear to figuring out what the hell she has up her sleeve right now. She smiles up at me as I reach her and she takes my hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Noah Thomas LeBlanc,” she breathes and I cock my head to the side as I watch her. “A little over sixteen years ago, you walked into my life and claimed me as yours… no matter what I or anyone else had to say about it.”

I smile and reach up with my free hand, brushing my thumb over her cheek as she starts to get choked up.

“It was the greatest moment of my life because without that single moment, everything else would have been so different. My life would have been empty if it hadn’t been for you and that moment. You complete me in a way that I struggle to understand or explain but I feel it in every touch, every kiss, and every moment that we’re together. And after losing it for seven long years, I can safely say that I’ll never ever take it for granted again.”