If she could make him pause for even a split second, her men may have a chance.
“Malcolm, that locker in Denver was full of lots of goodies. I bet you were counting on us not finding what we found there. No retirement plan now, right?”
“Bitch!” The bastard’s hand inched back for a single heartbeat, but it was enough.
In that blink of an eye, Wade freed his hands from the duct tape Trent had loosened.
Still tied to the chair by his ankles, Wade tipped it forward next to the knife.
No longer did she have a clear view of what was going on, only able to see Wade’s back and Trent dangling atop Wyatt’s chair.
“He’s got the knife,” Wade shouted.
“No!” she screamed.
A deep wail came from the jumble. Someone had just been stabbed.
The smell of blood filled the air even more than before.
“Wyatt? Wade?” she whispered, praying for a miracle.
“We’re both okay, Mackenzie.” Wyatt’s breathing was heavy. “Winters is dead. Wade got the knife back, sweetheart.”
Wade freed his ankles from the chair and went to her.
“Help Wyatt and Trent first, please.”
“Don’t you dare, bro. She’s our priority. Her first.”
Wade nodded. “Always.” He finished freeing her, and he pulled her into his arms. “Told you everything was going to be okay, baby.”
“Yes, you did.” She hugged him close.
“I love you.” Wade’s words thrilled her.
“I love you, too.”
Wyatt snorted. “I love you, too, Mackenzie, but a little help would be greatly appreciated.”
“Yes, Sir. I love you, too.”
She and Wade worked together to get Trent off the chair and onto the floor. He was breathing, thank God, but once again was unconscious. “He needs a doctor.”
“We’ll see to it,” Wade promised. “Trust us. Everything is going to work out just
fine.”
For the first time, she believed it all the way down to her toes. She kissed Trent’s swollen cheek. Tears of relief fell from her eyes. “He’s right, brother. I’ve learned that these two cowboys can do just about anything they set their minds to. They stole my heart.”
After being freed by Wade, Wyatt stood up, rubbing his wrists. “About time you admitted that, Mackenzie.”
“I do,” she admitted, realizing everything was going to be okay now.
Chapter Fourteen
Mac sat on the back porch, sipping hot tea, looking at the still surface of the pool under the stars.
Wade stuck his head out the back door. “We almost have your surprise ready, love.”