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Which was crazy. She didn’t need anyone. She’d made that vow as a ten-year-old, in the fourth or fifth of her endless succession of foster homes. She’d yelled it as her foster mother had tried to explain why she had to move on yet again.

‘It’s okay!’ she’d yelled. ‘I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.’

Her foster mother had cried, but Jo hadn’t. She’d learned never to let herself close enough to cry.

But now she was close, whether she’d willed it or not. Her rescuer was holding her in a grip so strong she couldn’t break it even if she tried. He must be feeling her shaking, she thought, and part of her was despising herself for weakness but most of her was just letting him hold.

He was big and warm and solid, and he wasn’t letting her go. Her face was hard against his chest. She could feel the beating of his heart.

His hand was stroking her head, as he’d stroke an injured animal.

‘Hey, there. You’re safe.’

And before she could even suspect what he intended he’d straightened, reached down and lifted her into his arms.