Page 111 of Ranger's Wildflower
“Alright,” I say. “We’re done sitting.”
Tessa steps forward. “What does that mean?”
“It means we move you.”
Her brows lift. “Where?”
“Safer than here.”
“I’m not running.”
“It’s not running,” I say. “It’s positioning.”
Her jaw sets.
I hold her gaze.
“This is where I need you to trust me.”
A beat.
Then—
“Okay.”
No hesitation.
That lands.
Hard.
“Grab what you need,” I tell her. “Fast.”
She turns and moves.
No panic.
Just purpose.
Good.
“Blaze,” I say, “route us out the back.”
“Already mapping,” he replies. “Alley’s clear—for now.”
“Trigger, you’re lead.”
“Trigger, do you want those flowers now?” Tessa asks, heading upstairs.
“On it,” He stops and turns toward Tessa. “How about I get them when this is all over?” She nods and continues upstairs.
“Beast, rear.”
He nods once.
I head for the door, checking the street one more time.
The gray SUV is gone.
