“I have to get you inside and out of the wet clothes,” he stated, as he navigated the hill.
Gabby was shivering, but considering the alternative, this was a far better option.
She also recalled what she’d promised the universe if she survived.
It looked like she was going to start showing some faith in men.
Particularly this one.
Because she had no other choice, she held on.
The whole time, she rested her head on his shoulder and couldn’t believe how lucky she’d gotten.
Not only had this man saved her in her dream, and by the crypt, but now in a frozen lake.
At the castle, they got inside, and Finn carried her up the stairs.
And this was why he worked out and ran.
This.
Right.
Here.
One never knew when he was going to need to be able to carry a gorgeous, wet woman up some stairs.
Oh, and this wasNOTthe kind of wet he liked, but wet, nonetheless.
At the door to her room, he kicked it open, and Graham was lighting a fire not far from the foot of the bed.
“Call for a doctor,” he said, knowing she’d breathed in murky water, and needed to be checked out.
“Do you want to put her by the fire?” Graham asked, seeing they were both so cold.
He shook his head, the mission his only focus.
“Not enough time. She’s cold,” he said, heading straight to the shower.
This was going to have to be a quick heat-up.
Inside, he was grateful it was big, and that Graham had already turned it on.
Getting in, they were hit with steam and warm water. Sliding down the wall, he sat with her in his lap as they were pelted with the hot water.
It felt so damn good too.
At first, no one spoke. Then, finally, it was Gabby who broke her silence.
“Thank you,” she said, staring into his eyes. “You saved me again, Detective.”
Yeah, that seemed to be his full-time job today, and he was scared shitless that he’d drop the ball. He was vastly uncomfortable with what he’d heard under the water, and how she seemed to be targeted.
“I have a question,” he said.
She waited, curiosity there as to what he could possibly want to ask.
“What?”