Vin kissed the top of her head. Kissed.

What did that mean? Callie didn’t know but it left her heart racing a thousand miles an hour. She couldn’t dwell on this. He wasn’t a friend, he was her owner.

And it mattered not how morbid it was, Callie found that the explosions helped distract her from obsessive thoughts.

She had a job, and she fully intended to do it well.

Callie didn’t stop to rest until all the women and children who had begged for Vin’s help had been loaded onto the trucks. And even as her own truck—the very last one of the rescuer’s trucks— headed for the temporary...