Page 16 of Guarding Holly Grace
Gage carried Holly Grace to the shade under a big oak tree and gently set her on her feet.
“Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you?”
Holly Grace grimaced. “No, I’m fine. I’m just mad I couldn’t get myself lose from that room. I had no idea who put me there, but I knew where I was as soon as I woke up.” She rubbed her hand through her hair, trying to comb out tangle and winced.
Gage carefully probed her scalp and found a scrape. Holly Grace pulled away from his fingers.
“You’ve got a knot and a scrape on your head. She must have hit you with something and knocked you out after she lured you out there with a story about a rescue dog.”
She melted into his arms and whispered. “Thank you for coming for me.”
He pressed his lips to hers, leaned back and said, “I will always find you, love.”
