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“This is it,” Adam warned. “Last chance to back out.”

“I’m not backing out. We’re doing this together,” Zara said stubbornly.

What did I do to deserve you, Zara?” Adam asked, as he tucked a lock of hair back up under her black knit cap. This beautiful, strong woman had refused to leave his cabin even after she had healed, telling him over and over again that they would face the future together, and to do that they had to take care of the past. Something else they would do together.

“You mean what did I do to deserve a man like you,” she corrected, standing on tiptoe to whisper a kiss across his lips. “You saved my life, you nursed me back to health, and you have never once held my father’s actions against me.”

He’d done all of those things because Zara was … special. The months they’d spent hiding out at the remote cabin had built a closeness between them that had become his anchor. He needed her, simple as that.

Grasping her hand, he guided her towards the house, the two of them broke in. They headed straight for the master bedroom, once they got there it would be a waiting game. As far as the world was concerned they were both already dead, so there was no reason for Zara’s father to be expecting them.

As much as Adam would love to drag this out, make the man pay for the pain he had caused his daughter, Adam knew that a simple bullet through the brain as soon as the older man stepped into the bedroom was the safest option. Quick and effective.

They’d been stalking Zara’s father for the last few weeks, they knew his routines, knew that he would be home soon, knew that his wife was currently away, knew that his bodyguards remained outside.

There was nothing stopping them from completing the hit then disappearing forever.

They stood side by side in the dim bedroom. Neither spoke because they didn’t want to do anything to tip Zara’s father off to their presence.

Almost an hour later they heard him.

Zara’s hand curled around his and he gave one squeeze before raising his weapon and aiming it at the door.

In the end it was almost anti-climatic. Zara’s father stepped into the bedroom and never even saw the bullet that ended his life coming. While it might feel anti-climatic the relief was overwhelming. They were safe now.

“We’re free,” Zara whispered, and when she looked up at him tears shimmered in her eyes but her smile was genuine.

“We’re free,” he echoed.

“Thank you.” Again she stood on tiptoes so she could kiss him but this time the kiss deepened.

In this moment, with a dead body on the floor beside them, blood pooling around it, and the woman he cared for in his arms Adam knew it was more than that.

Love.

He loved Zara.

Somewhere along the way when he’d been caring for her real feelings had developed. He would always live with the guilt of being partly responsible for the death of his wife and daughter, but he had learned to open his heart again.

For her.

This woman kissing him like her life depended on it.

He might not deserve her, or the happy ending life seemed to be giving him, but he wasn’t going to turn it down.

Zara sat up and stretched. The pull in her chest had lessened until it wasn’t much more than a mild annoyance.

Throwing back the covers the surveyed the empty cabin, and then headed for the front door. Adam was exactly where she expected to find him, sitting in the porch swing, staring out at the peaceful countryside.

It really was peaceful out here. The little log cabin sat on the shore of a lake, large trees provided shade, and every night for the last several months they’d sat out here and watched the sun set and the moon rise.

Things between them had begun to shift over the months. At first Adam took care of her, changing her bandages, even donating blood to get her over the worst of her injuries. But as her body healed she could see his mind begin to heal as well. No longer was he plagued by nightmares, and she could see the guilt that had strangled him begin to recede.

Her last memory of that night was an explosion, and they were both lifted off their feet, hitting the ground hard, but she knew that Adam had somehow managed to get her to safety. She owed him her life.

As she started to recover there had been lots of longing looks and lingering touches, and just a couple of weeks ago they’d shared their first kiss. It had been spectacular, by far the best kiss of her life, but Zara wanted more. She wanted all of Adam, but she knew she couldn’t get him until they finished this.

“How are you feeling?” Adam asked as she joined him on the swing.

For a moment she didn’t answer, watching as the sun rose slowly above the lake. The pale blues of the sky turned to a bright array of pinks, reds, and golds. The pictures that nature painted had helped soothe and heal her every bit as much as Adam had.

“I’m feeling better, Adam. Its time,” she added.

She felt rather than saw his wince. “I can take care of it, you don’t have to be involved. Now that you’re well again I can leave you here then come back when its done.”

Would he come back? Yes, she believed he would. He was opening his heart and his soul to her, and she knew she had gained his trust. But she didn’t want him to do this on his own.

“No,” she said firmly. “He’s my father, I want to be there.”

“We’re talking about murder, Zara. Cold blooded murder.”

“He was going to kill me and set you up. He deserves what he gets.” The thing was she believed it. Zara might have been able to forgive him for trying to kill her, but she could never forgive him for wanting to set up Adam. She was falling in love with Adam, and she wanted a future with him, the only thing that had kept them alive this long was that her father thought they were dead. But she wanted them to both be free.

The only way for them to be free was to kill her father and eliminate the threat forever.