had he not been waiting for it.
Gunfire. It could only mean a rescue attempt.
And he knew he had to do his part. He struggled back from Jordan’s memory, and yet it filled him with a strength such as he had never known.
Shackled, he lurched to his feet. When his cell door flew open, and it was the enemy who arrived first, he lowered his head, like a battering ram, and charged.
And held them until he saw the familiar crest of Penwyck’s Royal Navy Seals on the dark clothed men now swarming down the hall, the enemy fleeing in front of them.
“Your Royal Highness,” a man said, stepping toward him, his smile white against the camo-darkened skin of his face.
Owen recognized the voice and took a closer look. It was his cousin, Gage Weston, a man who had made a calling of showing up where there was trouble.
Gage said, “With all due respect, you fight like a man who was born to it.”
Owen smiled wearily. “So I’ve been told.”
He looked back at his cell, and felt relief. Jordan would be safe now. All his secrets were safe.
Except for the one he had been keeping from himself. He had never, ever stopped loving her.
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