shuddered as she caught sight of the handcuffed pilot.
“Take my gun.” Not knowing if she was trained to shoot, he snapped the safety button back on before handing it over. “Just hold it in their direction until help arrives.”
Trembling from head to toe, she gulped and nodded.
To Titus’s dismay, the first bodyguard to lope in their direction was Major. Of all the rotten luck!
Major stepped in front of the helicopter, slowly raised his weapon, but he never trained it on Titus. Instead, he pointed it at the two hapless men beneath the aircraft.
The surrounding hills seemed to erupt as men in suits converged on the scene. In minutes, both Maximus and Dr. Beller were in handcuffs. They, along with their pilot, were swiftly carted off in a police boat.
Interestingly enough, Major was not among those arrested. Titus caught a glimpse of him in the distance, conferring with Rhys. But the plight of his disloyal friend was something he would have to follow up on later.
The moment he was finished giving his statement to the authorities, he flew back inside the main resort building in search of Jolene. He found her hovering over the chair where the two of them had been sitting earlier, opening their wedding gifts.
This time, Milana was the one seated. She was sporting a swelling eye and was busy trying to refuse the assistance of a nervous-looking EMT.
“It’s okay. I’ve got this.” Jolene waved the sandy-haired tech away.
“With all due respect, ma’am,” the young man protested. “We’re medical professionals, and—”
“I’m an ICU nurse at the Gjoa Haven Medical Center, and this is my sister-in-law. Like I said, I have things under control.” Jolene scowled so menacingly at him that he backed away, hands raised in apology.
“Nice,” Milana exclaimed dryly.
Jolene crouched in front of her. Producing a penlight, she flashed it into Milana’s eyes.
“Ow!” Titus’s sister squinted and swatted away the light.
Not the least nonplussed, Jolene held up three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Titus crouched down beside Jolene and frowned in concern at his sister. “Answer the question, sis. She’s checking for a concussion.”
“Three.” Milana rolled her eyes. “Are we done yet?”
“Did he hurt you?” Titus demanded, nearly choking with dread.
“No.”
“Are you in any pain?”
His sister glanced between him and Jolene a few times, then her dark eyes welled with tears. “Only right here.” She reached up and pressed two perfectly manicured fingers to her heart. “Despite everything I said and did to make you feel unwelcome in our family, neither of you hesitated to help me.” She started to weep silently. “You risked your life to save mine, Titus.”
Jolene slid her arms around Milana’s shaking shoulders. “You may as well get used to it. He’s your brother, a role he takes very seriously.”
“Yes,” Milana choked, reaching blindly for Titus. “You are.”
He joined their huddle, enclosing both women in his embrace. So what if his arm was killing him? Every ounce of pain it had taken to win his sister’s trust and acceptance was worth it.
“My evil twin.” He bent to kiss her teary cheek.
“Glad we understand each other,” she chuckled damply. “Wouldn’t want you to set your expectations too high. Just to be clear, our argument from earlier probably won’t be our last one.”
“Shoot, I sure hope not!” Titus joined in her laughter. “I’d feel cheated out of a real sister if we didn’t enjoy a decent brawl now and then.”
“About all those horrible things I said…” She sighed gustily, pulling back to fix a pleading look on Jolene.
Jolene made a face, though her eyes were twinkling. “Alright, we won’t return the silver platter you gave us.”
“Or the crystal bowl?” his sister plied her anxiously. “And what about the coffee maker?” She looked to Titus for help. “Feel free to jump in here at any point.”
He grinned. “We’re good, sis. You had me at coffee maker. Trust me.”
She returned her attention to Jolene, “What I’m trying so imperfectly to say is, I’m looking forward to having a sister-in-law.”
“Good.” Jolene arched her brows in a gentle challenge. “Because that was happening whether you approved of me or not.”
“Touché.” Milana stood, her expression instantly clearing. “Well, that’s one fire put out. Wish me luck as I gear up for the next one.” She paused, and her dark gaze flashed with a new level of interest.
Titus scanned the room to see what had captured her attention, and discovered there was a new arrival to their gathering. Greyson Maddox, the auburn-haired tech genius of DRAW Corporation, was making