A laugh escaped from Harlow, and she gripped onto Easton. She spotted a speedboat racing toward them, Rome at the wheel.

“Should we get Hugo?” she said.

“Rome will fish him out,” Vander said.

Easton untied her hands, then slid his into her hair. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I’m right where I feel safest.”

Emotion moved through his eyes.

“You’re my hero, Easton Norcross.”

He smiled, his gaze moving over her face like he was trying to memorize it.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

“It’s all thanks to your friend, Daniel Brewer.”

She gasped. “Seriously?”

“He saw Hugo drag you out of the Jeep at the marina. He called me.”

“Easton, we have to help him. He’s all alone, on the streets. His mom died, and I think his stepdad hurt him—”

“Okay, okay.” Easton pressed a hand over her mouth. “You just can’t help but worry about everybody else.”

She pushed his hand away. “Get used to it, because from now on, you’re the number one person I’m going to worry about.” She leaned closer. “The darkness can’t have you, Easton, because you’re mine.”

He rubbed a thumb over her lips.

Rome brought the speedboat alongside their boat. Rhys climbed over, and together, they hauled Hugo out of the water.

Saxon took the controls of their boat and got the engine started.

They headed back to the marina, Harlow sitting pressed against Easton, the wind in her hair.

When they pulled into the marina, the lights of a police cruiser were flashing, and Hunt, in a suit, standing with his hands on his hips, was waiting for them.

Rome and Rhys marched Hugo up the ramp. He was twisting and screeching. Hunt took him, and shoved him toward the cruiser.

Harlow spotted a small form in the crowd that had gathered. She squeezed Easton’s arm.

“Look.” She raised her voice. “Daniel!”

The boy froze, and she could see him contemplating running.

He moved a shoulder. “Blondie, glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks to you.” She desperately wanted to hug him, but instead, she held out her hand.

He eyed it suspiciously, then gingerly shook it.

The boy’s gaze went past her, widened. “You’re Easton Norcross.”

Easton wrapped an arm around Harlow. “Thanks for the call, kid.”

Daniel looked at Harlow. “Wait. Your man is Easton Norcross?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.” Then he goggled. “You’re Vander Norcross.” He breathed it the same way he might greet a movie star.

Vander raised a brow. “Yeah.”

“You’re like…awesome and a badass.”

Vander looked amused. “Thanks for the assist in saving Harlow.”

Daniel looked like he grew two inches taller. “No problem.”

“Harlow!”

Harlow looked up and saw her mom and Scarlett pushing through the crowd.

She broke free of Easton and ran to them. “I’m okay.”

They hugged, and her mom started crying. In one long rush, Harlow told them what happened.