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In the distance, the muffled wail of a fire
engine echoed, and Leah’s heart skipped a beat, her body stiffening. She
wanted desperately to block the sound out, but it drowned everything, even
the roar of her heart, until all she could hear was the wail of the siren,
screeching, warning, bleeding her dry.
“Leah? Leah?”
A voice clawed at her subconscious, a strong,
confident voice, and a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes sprang open.
Mac!
He was here. Holding her safe.
“It’s okay.” He ran a hand the length of her back, murmuring soothing words in
her ear.
“No, it isn’t.” She pulled away, shaking her head. “It will never be okay again.
I heard a fire engine. There’s another fire.”
With his free hand, he tilted her face up so that she looked at him.
“Sweetheart, there’s no fire here.”
The heat of Mac’s touch burned through her robe, stealing across her flesh. Dark
eyes stormy with desire held hers in an unspoken embrace. Unthinkingly, she
brushed the tip of her tongue across her lips.
He clasped her face between his hands, the flat pad of one thumb brushing across
her mouth. Her lips parted. She wanted to taste him.
“If you do that again, I’ll have to kiss you,” he growled out.
“Is that a warning?”
“A promise. But then again,” he murmured, “I really don’t want an excuse not
to.”