Jesse nearly squeezed the breath from Ella’s lungs, holding her so tight against his frame that his ammo vest dug into her ribs, not that she cared. She didn’t want him to let her go. “I want a bow,” Ella mumbled, thinking about Sydney and how she’d handled herself while waiting for the cavalry she hadn’t known was coming. “What?” he whispered, still cupping the back of her head with one palm while the other remained firmly against her back.
