Charlie
Day dawns bright and cold. Lance and I ride in the back of a big black Yukon. After we landed, Lance got us free of the parachute, picked me up, and walked us to the road. It wasn’t long before Deke drove up with Teddy already in the front seat.
“Rafe and Channing got out safe,” Deke reported immediately. “The cops have already stormed the compound. Found a f*****g grenade launcher.”
“Yeah, we figured that out.” Teddy chuckles. For a guy who got his chopper shot out from under him, he’s pretty chill. His huge body is stuffed into the passenger side and every time he moves, the seat creaks, but he’s relaxed and grinning like he’s on vacation.
Me? I can’t stop shaking. I’m in Lance’s arms, tucked against his side. My teeth keep chattering, too.
“Are you cold, angel?” Lance asks.
