As a sob rose in her throat, he rocked her close. “It’s all right, Kit. She’ll call.” “When?” she demanded, tuning out the sharp retort of intermittent gunshots. She let the strength of him soak through her palms, seep into the core of her. “What if something’s happened? What if she can’t call?” “Hey.” He pulled back slightly, his dark gaze penetrating. “She’ll call. In the meantime, we’ve got people looking for her and Tony, right?” “Right.” “You’re doing all you can.” “It doesn’t feel like much.” The sharp odor of gunpowder stung the air around them. They were closeted together in the partially obscured space, and she didn’t want to let go of him. Holding him, being held by him, leveled her nerves. The acute disappointment over not hearing from Liz had caught Kit completely by surprise. The waiting gnawed at her and eroded the hope she harbored that Liz was in no danger. Just the feel of Rafe’s strength wrapping around her washed away some of the bitter disappointment she’d felt over hearing a woman’s unfamiliar voice.
