You hear me? Breathe, damn it!” Miranda felt someone fold her into their arms—a male someone, by the feel of muscles and the spicy male scent. Perry? Forcing her eyes open, she became trapped in a blue gaze. Not Perry’s blue gaze. Falling around her and her mystery guy were what looked like gray snowflakes, mixed with a soft rain. Nice. Kind of … well, not really. What the heck? “You’re going to be okay,” Blue Eyes said. Wait. She knew those eyes. She blinked. She knew that face. “You okay?” the deep voice asked. She knew that voice. “Talk to me,” he said. Held so close, she felt his words vibrate in his chest, as she breathed in a scent that was purely male. Yes, she knew him. Shawn? Shawn Hanson. But that seemed to be all she knew. Where was she? And how…? Reality jerked her from her stupor. She recalled the competition and the orb of fire. She’d screwed up. She sat up. He let her go, but kept one arm around her shoulders. Embarrassment consumed her. “Was anyone hurt?”
