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Оглавление“You go without me,” she said.
Owen looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “I am not leaving you,” he growled.
The sudden urge to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him caught her off guard. She’d set aside those nascent feelings of attraction to Owen a long time ago, valuing his loyal friendship far more than she valued any sort of sexual attraction she might feel toward him. To have it come back now, in this awful situation, was confounding.
“Now!” Owen growled, and he tugged her with him through the underbrush to their next bit of cover.
So far, she and Owen seemed to be staying ahead of the danger rustling around in the woods behind them.
But what would happen if they ran out of woods?
