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  HIDEOUT

  THE WANDERERS, BOOK FIVE

  BECCA JAMESON

  Copyright © 2022 by Becca Jameson

  Cover Artist: OriginalSyn

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. And resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  Newsletter

  About the Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Author’s Note

  Also by Becca Jameson

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  ABOUT THE BOOK

  There is no safe place in the world anymore, especially for women. For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining. Militants, the government, and private citizens alike will do anything to find young women and force them into unthinkable arrangements.

  Against the darkness of this world stand The Wanderers—a secret society born to provide sanctuary for anyone who believes in free will and democratic notions. Their numbers are growing and their citizens live in safe, hidden compounds.

  Grecia has never known security or kindness. Stolen from her parents at a young age, she was raised in a girls’ home and later moved to a women’s shelter. At twenty-one she was abducted and held by militants for a year. Pregnant and alone, she knows this cruel life is almost over.

  Jeremy has been with The Wanderers for many years, but he’s never pursued a woman. Until Grecia moves into his spare room with her baby girl and her emotional baggage. He’s determined to help her even if she never returns his affection.

  When Elias meets Grecia, all he wants is to help ease her pain and make sure she gets a good night’s rest. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with her baby, Amelia. And he certainly doesn’t expect Grecia to bring him to his knees.

  Dawson lost his wife and baby to militants. He’s jaded and reluctant to love again. He knows he can’t survive another love loss. But Grecia and her sweet baby worm their way into his heart like they do everyone they encounter.

  Grecia will have to battle a lot of demons before she can open herself up to even one man, let alone three. But they’re a package deal and growing on her every day. What if she’s never able to be the sort of woman they deserve?

  CHAPTER 1

  A soft knock sounded at the partially open door a moment before Jeremy spoke. “Grecia?”

  Grecia spun around. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I was trying to keep her quiet.” Grecia was pacing the room, bouncing up and down, jostling the baby to help her get back to sleep.

  Jeremy leaned against the doorframe, brows furrowed in his usual serious expression. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t mind if she cries?”

  Grecia sighed as Amelia fussed in her arms, squirming, eyes wide. The baby had no intention of going back to sleep anytime soon.

  Jeremy shoved off the door and stepped into the room. “You’re dead on your feet, Grecia. Let me take her so you can get some sleep.”

  Grecia shook her head. “I can’t ask you to do that. She’s my responsibility.” The overwhelming burden Grecia felt was heavy. She hadn’t even let her best friend, Cora, help out much. The two of them had known each other for years and come to live with The Wanderers at the same time. While Cora was settling in with Abnor and Willa Schama, Grecia had been assigned to Jeremy’s apartment.

  “You didn’t ask me to help. I offered. And for the millionth time, no one can be expected to raise a child on their own. She lives in this compound with the rest of The Wanderers. She’s everyone’s responsibility. It takes a village.”

  Grecia glanced back down at the fussy baby.

  “Is she hungry?” Jeremy asked.

  “I don’t think so. I fed her an hour ago.”

  “Wet?”

  Grecia shot him a glare. Does he think I’m incompetent?

  He lifted both hands in the air in a defensive, open-palmed position. “Sorry.”

  Grecia took a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m jumpy.”

  Jeremy, ever the gentleman, didn’t approach any closer, but he did hold out his hands. “Please, honey. Let me help. You’ve been here for two months. I hate that you’re so run down and tired. You need sleep, and you’re not getting enough to eat.”

  The only reason Grecia was even considering his offer was because he was right. She was dead on her feet. She had been for far longer than two months, but she hated asking for help.

  When Jeremy took a step closer, she met his gaze and nodded. “Okay.”

  He smiled as if he’d won first prize in the most important competition of his life. Gently, as if both of them were too fragile to touch, he lifted Amelia out of her arms.

  His fingers brushed against her left breast as he scooped the baby up, making Grecia wince.

  Jeremy’s cheeks turned red and his face scrunched up as he drew Amelia against his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh…”

  She shook her head. “It’s okay. I didn’t flinch because you touched me. That breast hurts. Julie says I have mastitis.”

  “Oh. Uh, what’s that exactly?”

  “An inflammation.” Grecia crossed her arms, intending to conceal herself better. She was wearing a soft white nightgown that reached past her knees and unbuttoned down the front. The buttons made it easier to nurse the baby, but she realized she hadn’t gotten them refastened after she’d fed Amelia.

  Grecia didn’t think Jeremy had seen anything, nor should it really matter to her. She hated that she was so skittish with him. It wasn’t just him. She was skittish with every single man she encountered.

  She’d been here two months, and in that time, she’d learned that the world did indeed have kind men who treated her like a human being. She wasn’t used to men who saw women as anything other than subhuman creatures who existed for their pleasure, so it still baffled her.

  The act of crossing her arms only made things worse though. Her breast was very sore. So, she lowered her arms and grabbed a robe to shrug into instead. After pulling the two sides together to conceal herself better, she met Jeremy’s gaze again. “Julie gave me an antibiotic for the infection and an ointment for the, uh…”

  Jeremy nodded. “Is it working? Maybe you need to talk to Julie again?”

  “She said it would take time, and I need to pump that breast, which really hurts.”

  Jeremy was already rocking back and forth in that way that most every person does the moment they have a baby in their arms. He was really good with Amelia. In fact, the only times Grecia saw him smile were the times he was holding her and cooing at her.

  “Pumping is a good idea though. If you could get a surplus going, I could feed Amelia in the night sometimes so you can sleep.”

  Grecia stared at him. This was one of those surreal moments when it seemed like she was sleepwalking in a
weird dream in an alternate universe. The kind where men cared to help. The kind where men saw women as equals.

  She shuddered and glanced away. Suddenly, unbidden tears escaped her eyes to run down her face. Shit. She swiped at them, but they kept coming. A dam opened up. Why now?

  Jeremy took a step closer. “Grecia… Honey…” He gently reached out with the hand not cradling Amelia and stroked his thumb across her cheek. It was so tender and kind, and she sucked at accepting tenderness and kindness. She sucked at trusting.

  He frowned and cupped her face. “Your skin is warm.”

  “Slight fever. It’s part of the mastitis.”

  He nodded slowly, hesitating a moment. “Talk to me, Grecia. You’re carrying a lot of weight around. You need to unload it.”

  She gave a wry chuckle at his unintentional word choice. “I’m certainly carrying a lot of weight. You’re not wrong.” She hugged herself tighter. “My breasts feel like watermelons. My hair hasn’t been combed in two days. My feet hurt. I’m so tired I’m afraid I’m going to fall asleep standing and drop Amelia. I need a shower. And…”

  Grecia gasped and took a step back. “Shit. I’m sorry.” She continued backing up until she could sit on her bed.

  “Grecia, honey… No reason to be sorry. I’m glad you’re unloading. You need to. And you know I didn’t mean physical weight. Emotional baggage.” He stepped closer, still rocking Amelia who seemed to have stopped squirming. Maybe she would go back to sleep.

  Grecia rubbed her tears away but they kept falling. She was trembling. She hadn’t said that many words to Jeremy in a row since she’d arrived here at this underground bunker and moved into his apartment.

  The fact that she was living with him was a coincidence of convenience. The two of them hadn’t met before she’d moved in with him. Grecia had given birth in what could barely be described as a shack. Three members of The Wanderers—Rush, Kester, and Ariel—had found her in the nick of time and saved her life. Amelia’s too, it turned out.

  Grecia had been brought into the compound weak and scared and exhausted with a baby in her arms she had never dreamed would be born alive. She hadn’t believed she would get to keep her either. Hell, she hadn’t ever expected the child to be a girl. No one had. Females were rare these days.

  “I’m not an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but from what I’ve heard most women feel exactly like you, often for a long time after giving birth. I promise you don’t look anywhere near as bad as you feel. You have that post-pregnancy glow that makes you look beautiful.” His words were soft and kind.

  She kept her face lowered, not able to accept his compliment. Somewhat nervous he was even giving her one.

  Rubbing her temples, she continued rambling. “I spent twenty-two years longing for a day when I might be safe and secure enough to sleep with both eyes closed. Now that I’m finally in a position I never dreamed I’d ever be in, I can’t relax and let my guard down. I have no room to complain and no reason to feel so teary. I have food, clean water, a shower, my own room, a bed with a mattress. I have that amazing sweet baby and the help of kind people.” She lifted her gaze to his, wiping more tears.

  Jeremy reached out slowly and ran a hand tentatively down her hair without touching her skin. He rarely touched her, probably because she cringed when he did. She couldn’t stop herself. Right now, she was too tired to care. Defeated. And grateful actually.

  He met her gaze. “You have every right to feel all of those things, honey. It’s normal. Some of it is postpartum depression. In the real world before… Well, before. There would have been drugs you could have taken to help you feel better. And we could probably get our hands on some if we need to, but I bet some sleep would make a world of difference.”

  She nodded and swiped at her tears again. If he wasn’t so damn kind…

  “Please stop pushing me away. I know you’ve had a shitty life, and I’m certain you’ve suffered unimaginable pain and suffering—physical and emotional. But I swear I’m one of the good guys. I want to help. Stop trying to do everything on your own. Please?”

  Grecia forced a smile, though she doubted it was noticeable. It felt awkward. When was the last time she’d truly smiled? Not in the past year, that was for sure. Maybe at some point in her childhood in the girls’ home where she was raised.

  She gave a nod and hugged her breasts again, wincing at the pressure. Amelia hadn’t eaten enough last time she’d fed her, and Grecia’s breasts were heavy and painful, especially the left one.

  “You need sleep, honey,” Jeremy encouraged, standing.

  “I need to pump,” she murmured, glancing at the damn pump that was sitting on the nightstand. So far, she hadn’t made significant enough progress to actually get more than a few ounces out. Nothing worth saving. If she could somehow manage to pump a full bottle, there would be something to save.

  Jeremy stood. “I’ll take Amelia into the other room so you can do that. Maybe you’ll have more success in a calmer environment. If she falls asleep, I’ll put her in her crib in the spare room. If she wakes again, I’ll get her. You pump and then sleep.”

  Grecia looked up at him. “Thank you.” What else was there to say?

  As Jeremy left the room, she watched his every movement. The way he so naturally held the baby. The way he swayed. The way his short-cropped dark hair lay lopsided because he’d been asleep on that side.

  He was six feet tall and probably the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Or maybe he was simply the first kind man she’d met so she could only judge him against himself.

  It had been hard to see men as attractive in her world. Most of the ones she’d met had been disgusting pigs who seemed to think she only existed for their pleasure. She shuddered at the memory.

  Not Jeremy. He’d never shown her a single thing but kindness even though she’d mostly tried to ignore him and keep him at arm’s length.

  The truth was she liked him, and that scared her to death. She’d sworn off men for life. Pigs. All of them.

  Jeremy was thirty-five. Thirteen years older than her. She’d tried to look at him as more of a father figure, but that plan had failed miserably. Jeremy was no father to her. He was a single, kind, sensitive male who treated her like spun gold every day. How could she not have feelings for him?

  After glancing at the door, wondering if he would dare open it and step back into her room, she took a deep breath, removed her robe, and lowered the sleeves of her nightgown, shrugging out of it so that she sat naked from the waist up.

  She stared at her chest for a moment. Her breasts were ridiculously large. The left one was red around the areola. The skin was cracked and painful.

  She grabbed the ointment Julie, the midwife, had given her and spread it on the tender skin before picking up the pump and holding the funnel against her engorged breast.

  She would start with the enflamed side first. Julie had told her it was important to express as much as she could. Pumping would help clear up the mastitis.

  Luckily, for the first time in days, Grecia was able to relax enough for her milk to let down. It was slow at first, but then it began to pour out of her, filling the bottle. The relief was tremendous. Even though her breast was still tender and sore and hot to the touch, it was significantly better.

  After filling the other bottle from her right breast, she put a lid on both of them and shrugged back into her nightgown. She’d managed to get enough milk to make it worth saving, which meant it needed to go in the refrigerator.

  Most of the apartments in the compound didn’t have refrigerators. It just wasn’t practical. Meals were eaten together in the main cafeteria. But there were small refrigerators available, and Julie had arranged for one to be placed in the kitchenette area of Jeremy’s apartment for this very reason.

  Grecia righted her nightgown, shrugged back into her robe, and tiptoed toward the door of her room. She couldn’t hear any sounds, which hopefully meant Amelia was asleep and Jeremy had gone back to
bed.

  Easing the door open, she stepped into the shared living space.

  Amelia wasn’t in sight, but Jeremy was sitting in the armchair, a book in his hands. He was wide awake and looked up, smiling. His eyes widened when he saw the two bottles in her hands. “Success.”

  “Yes. Thank you for taking her. It was impossible to pump with her whimpering next to me.”

  “Glad I could help.” He rose and headed for the small fridge, opening it and taking the bottles from her to put inside. “If you can manage to do that once a day, I can feed her in the middle of the night for you.”

  “Jeremy…”

  He closed the fridge and turned to her. “Stop feeling like an imposition. You’re not.”

  She glanced down and fidgeted her hands. “I have no way to repay your kindness.”

  He flinched and took a step back. “I haven’t asked you to repay me in any way, Grecia.” His voice was strangled.

  She winced and lifted her face, glancing around. “There’s nothing I can do for you. I have no skills. I couldn’t even cook if you wanted me to. Though you don’t have a kitchen, so that’s a moot idea.”

  Jeremy drew in a deep breath. “Not everyone needs something in return for a kindness.” He ran a hand over his head. “You don’t owe me anything, Grecia. What I want in payment is for you to eventually feel better. I want to see you smile. Laugh. I want to see you put on some weight so you’re healthier. I want the bags to disappear from under your eyes. I want enough good things to happen to you that you can stuff the bad ones to the back of your head sometimes and breathe easier.”