Please, Lord, save me! She whipped her head around, trying to loosen the grip over her mouth.“Kristina! Stop!”The harshly whispered command given in a familiar deep baritone registered. She went limp with relief. The arm around her waist held her for a moment before withdrawing. She sagged, using the brick building for support.Taking deep, calming breaths, she allowed anger to replace her terror. “What do you think you’re doing?”The moon bathed Gabe Burke’s hard expression in the muted light. He’d changed out of his suit into jeans and a dark leather bomber jacket. A knit beanie covered his honey-blond hair. “I’m doing my job. What are you doing?”“Your job.” She pushed away from the wall. Anger warmed her face. Peering around the corner, she smacked the bricks with her palm. “He’s turning the corner.”“You need to go home.”“No way.” She darted forward. “We have to at least try to catch up.”Gabe gritted his teeth. Short of hauling her over his shoulder and carrying her away, he had no choice but to follow.
