Saved by the Rancher - By Jennifer Ryan Page 0,111

long and slow until the flame inside both of them simmered to a smolder. He remained awake, stroking her hair softly until she fell into a dreamless sleep nestled against his chest.

Chapter Fifty-Two

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WITH JACK’S ARM draped over her, his palm covering her breast, she woke a few hours later feeling absolutely wonderful. Her future husband’s soft breath whispered through her hair, her babies lay nestled in her belly, and her new puppy snuggled in at the foot of the bed. Sally rested comfortably on the floor, alive and well on her way to a full recovery. What more could she ask for?

She didn’t want to wake him. He’d had a rough few days searching for her and keeping watch over her in the hospital. She moved his arm to his side and gently pulled her hair out from under his face. He grumbled something under his breath and rolled over and away from her, drifting back into a deep sleep.

Once she stirred, the puppy immediately jumped up and followed her into the closet. Trixie had already chewed through a pair of Jack’s sneakers and dragged out one heavy work boot. In addition to his cowboy boots, that made three pairs she’d ruined. Jenna noted all her shoes were intact and patted the puppy on the head, letting her know she was a good girl. Trixie immediately rolled onto her back for a belly rub. Jenna obliged her, and then found an amethyst slip dress to wear. She drew on a cream sweater to cover her shoulders and keep her warm, but it wouldn’t hide the bruises around her neck. It didn’t matter; between that, the cut above her eye, and her still swollen lip, it was quite obvious she’d been through the ringer. The only good thing, she’d survived and the wounds would heal in time.

The doorbell rang downstairs and, barefoot, she went down to answer. Sam had said he’d be working in the office most of the afternoon, and she wasn’t sure if he was still on the phone.

Jenna opened the door to a very handsome man. About the same age as Jack and just as tall, he had brown hair cut short and the warmest brown eyes. He wore gray slacks that fit him well and showed off his trim waist and legs along with a very elegant dark blue cashmere sweater. His appearance signified he might be a businessman or a lawyer. Remembered photographs transformed into the image of the man in front of her.

“Ben?”

“Rabbit.” Her name came out on a whoosh of air when she launched herself into his chest and grabbed him around the neck. He dropped his heavy briefcase and held on to her, though not as tight as she held him. “It’s okay, Rabbit,” he soothed.

“I’m so happy to see you,” she said into his neck.

“Let go of my future wife,” Jack hollered with a note of teasing and pounded down the stairs behind her. “It’s all right, she’s fine,” he said to the guards standing ominously behind Ben.

Jenna hugged Ben with everything she had. They’d never met in person, but Ben had been the single most important person in her life while she was on the run.

Ben tried to step back, but she held fast. “No, don’t let go. I’m not done hugging you. Thank you,” she said and held him tighter. “Thank you for everything you ever did for me. Thank you for always talking to me and helping me to survive and stay sane all these years. Thank you for always being there at every possible inconvenient time I called on you. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you, most of all, for sending me to Jack. I love you more than words can say for all you’ve done.”

With each expression of thanks, she’d held him tighter, crying all over him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been hugged so well, or felt so much love from one person,” Ben said and squeezed her, though not enough to hurt her.

He turned his head and whispered in her ear, “You’re welcome, Rabbit. I love you, too.

“I wish we could have met years ago. I’m sorry I sent you to Jack. The lucky sonofabitch had to go and steal your heart before I got a shot at capturing it myself.”

“And here I thought lawyers were smart,” Jack said.

“We’re also conniving,” Ben added. “I might steal her back.”

“Not a chance.”

Jenna laughed at their antics. Ben was about to let her go, but