How had she walked away from him? More importantly, why? But it was too late to think about that now.
“Hugh, you have to leave me here. I can’t walk. I’ll hold you back. Take Joshua and go get help.”
“You’re not going to die.” He cradled her face in a broad palm, calluses rasping along her sunburned skin before he shifted his attention back to her hand.
“I don’t want to slow you down.” Her head spun. She was dizzy even sitting, for crying out loud. “Or what if I pass out?”
“Then I’ll put your pretty ass”—he winked, actually winked, so it must not be that bad, unless this was another technique to keep her calm—“on a sled and drag you home. Now quit arguing.” He pinched a string of antiseptic along her hand before placing gauze on top. “When did you become defeatist?”
“Excuse me for being a little upset.” Her voice went squeaky with encroaching hysteria. “But I just got bitten by a very big, very scary snake.”
“That’s the Amelia I know and—” He stopped midsentence.
Her heart slammed against her ribs as fast as his gaze rocketed up to meet hers. His green eyes gleamed with an awareness she was beginning to recognize well, an awareness that echoed inside her. She wanted more time with him, normal time on a date or even just coffee…
Except that regular date or coffee would end with sex that was far beyond ordinary.
The reality of that, the need for more from a man who was still so lashed to his past, still painfully locked in love with his lost family… God, she really knew how to pick ’em.
He looked back down at her stinging wound. “The venom from this particular snake isn’t strong enough to kill you or even make you sick. But I want to be sure you don’t get an infection and that you don’t suffer any tissue damage around the bite site. I’ll clean it and bind the area. Then we’ll have you checked over again when we get back to civilization. Hey, trust me. You’re going to be okay. Do I look worried?”
Wow, he should bottle that calming voice, because it worked better than any tranquilizer. For the most part. Until she sneaked another look at her fingers puffing up. “Of course you’re going to say that. And you never look afraid.”
“But I also told you I wouldn’t BS you.”
She gave him a shaky smile. “Actually, you said for me not to start freaking out or you would have to BS me.”
“If I was worried about that little bite, would I take time to do this?” He tucked a knuckle under her chin and skimmed his lips over hers.
Then kissed her again, holding. Closed-mouthed and totally appropriate, considering he was holding a kid and she had a snakebitten hand. But there was something special about the kiss, something even more intimate than their out-of-control tongue tangle in the closet at the hospital.
This wasn’t about sex. It was about feelings and connecting, which somehow was a turn-on too. What a helluva time to realize she hadn’t loved her ex-husband nearly as much as she’d thought, because even his best kisses had never touched her heart like this. The ground vibrated under her feet again and she knew this wasn’t an aftershock, but Hugh’s touch rocking her balance.
A new panic settled over her, humming in her ears, growing stronger and louder until she realized—
Hugh stepped away sharply. “Someone’s coming.”
His body tensed with a professional alertness she was learning to recognize all too well.
The sound of an engine carried on the ocean breeze. She searched the water and beach, following the sound down the stretch of sand. A speck appeared from around a bluff, a vehicle of some kind.
Hugh’s hand slid down to his gun. “Take Joshua out of the pack and go into the woods until I see who it is.”
Until they learned if they were being rescued—or attacked.
***
An infant girl cradled in his arms, Liam picked his way down the staggered levels of the collapsed apartment building. Structural engineers had said the place was made from piece-of-shit-quality materials. The slabs of concrete looked like a tilting stack of pancakes heating up in the midday sun. He tucked the tiny weight closer, safer.
“You’re out now, baby girl,” he whispered, her skin soft under all the grime.
He forced his body back on autopilot, training ramping into overdrive because he couldn’t afford to think or he would go f**king nuts remembering what he’d seen down there.
The overall frenzy of noise from early on had dulled to a more despondent, low hum of hailing calls—people yelling into piles of rubble and listening for a response. Fewer and fewer came through anymore, just weak whimpers for the most part.
The stench of decaying remains thickened by the hour.
They couldn’t give up the search for potential live victims. But the wins were such a mixed bag.