Emery Lockwood sat by the hospital bed where the love of his life slept. Last night had been hell on earth. He’d almost lost the woman who’d changed his life, changed him. Sophie Ryder had been shot and stabbed and had barely made it through surgery. He’d been on his knees in the hospital chapel praying to a God he’d long since lost faith in. Hans, his faithful bodyguard of twenty-five years, had remained by his side, head bowed, lips moving without a sound as he prayed.
At four in the morning, Royce Devereaux had come in to the chapel and with an exhausted smile, gave him a little nod and mouthed “she made it.” In that moment, Emery knew he wanted to marry Sophie. The thought of drawing in one more breath without her was impossible. Now he would have her and Fenn.
Fenn was alive. He sti
