CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KENNEDY
I didn’t know how I would survive Quincy’s pregnancy. I seriously thought I was going to have a coronary imagining everything that could’ve gone wrong back there. She could’ve died in multiple ways. A f*****g helicopter crash, for starters.
Now, as we waited with local law enforcement–we’d called in Megan and her partner Dan from the sheriff’s office–for the Navy to show up and deal with our prisoner and dead bodies, I had to force myself not to replay the past scenes and think about how lucky we got.
Because it was “we” now. Me, Quincy, and our baby.
I heard the beat of helicopter wings and let out a slow exhale. Quincy was back. After all that, my beautiful, brave pilot had taken one of the helicopters the other merc team had shown up in to go pull out the
