Of course that’s her first thought.
“Hannah—”
“I’m not leaving them.”
Jesus Christ.
Bullets rip through the loading doors again while screaming echoes from deeper inside the warehouse.
And somehow, even in the middle of a war zone—
I realize I’m completely in love with her.
Worst possible timing.
13
Hannah
“Take him.”
Clay stares at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.
Which—
Fair.
Gunfire erupts outside again, bullets tearing through metal somewhere near the loading entrance while civilians scream deeper inside the warehouse.
The little boy clings tightly to my side, shaking so hard I can feel it through my arm.
“Hannah—”
“There are still people inside.”
Another explosion rattles the building hard enough to shake dust from the ceiling beams.
Clay looks toward the warehouse entrance where smoke pours through the broken loading doors.
Then back at me.
His jaw tightens.
“You almost got shot.”
“And you ran into a war zone after me,” I fire back instantly.
That actually shuts him up for half a second.
Small victory.
The child suddenly cries harder against my side as another burst of automatic gunfire echoes outside.
Clay’s expression changes immediately.
Softer.
Calmer.
