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Bay of Sighs (The Guardians Trilogy 2)

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“That got you thinking.”

She’d yet to regain speech when he carried her into the kitchen. There, Sawyer, looking a little less pale, sat on a stool at a long slate-gray counter while Bran treated the burns on his hands.

Annika, who managed to look gorgeous despite the cuts, the bruises, earnestly sautéed chicken in an enormous frying pan at what Sasha recognized as a professional-grade six-burner range.

“Okay, now you want to—” Sawyer broke off, hissed as Bran hit a fresh point of pain.

“I take the chicken out, and put the vegetables in. I can do it,” Annika insisted. “Let Bran work.”

“I’ll help.” Sasha poked Doyle in the shoulder. “Put me down.”

The order had Bran turning, and moving quickly toward her. “What is it? Where is she hurt?”

“I’m not—”

“She’s limping some. Right leg.”

“It’s just—”

“Put her down there, beside Sawyer.”

“It’s just sore. Finish with Sawyer. I’ll help Annika, and—”

“I can do it!” Clearly frustrated, Annika dumped chicken on a platter. “I like to learn. I learned. I cook the chicken in the garlic and the oil, with the herbs. I cook the vegetables. I make the rice.”

“You’re pissing off the mermaid,” Doyle said, and dumped Sasha on a stool. “Smells good, Gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Sasha, you could tend to Bran’s wounds while he tends to yours and Sawyer’s. Then he can tend to mine. And we can eat because Sawyer needs to eat. He’s hurt, and he’s weak from . . .”

Her eyes filled, glistening green pools, before she turned quickly back to the range.

“Anni, don’t. I’m okay.”

When she only shook her head at Sawyer’s words, he started to rise. Doyle simply shoved him back on the stool.

“I’ve got this.”

Doyle crossed the rugged wood floor, gave Annika’s tumbled hair a tug.

She turned, went straight into his arms. “I believed. I believed, but I was so afraid. Afraid she’d take him.”

“She didn’t. Dead-Eye’s smarter than that. He took her for a ride, and we’re all here now.”

“I have such love.” Sighing now, she rested her head on Doyle’s chest, looked into Sawyer’s eyes. “I have such love.”

“It’s why we’re here,” Sawyer said. “I believe that, too.”

“He’ll need some time to heal,” Bran said. “Some food, some sleep.”

“And a beer,” Sawyer added.

“That goes without saying. And now you.” Bran turned to Sasha.

“I don’t see that glass of wine.”

“I’m on it.” Doyle pressed a kiss to Annika’s forehead, turned her back to the range. “Cook.”

“I will. It will be



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