spark of life he hadn’t even realized was missing. Knowing it could have been her he’d lost today in that warehouse swept through him. He stopped beneath the shade of an oak tree, a dozen paces from where she sat. The reality that she could have been the one to take the bullet had shown him one thing—that he wasn’t ready to lose her. Seeing her now with his own eyes was the only thing that could assure him that she was okay. Alive. He slid onto the seat beside her, wishing there were something he