Page 65 of Entwined With You

He called again.

Yes.

He hurried across the warehouse, staying low, breathing shallow. The smoke was so thick he almost passed her, but he heard her soft, weak call. “Brax.”

He spun left, then saw her. A wooden crate had fallen and her calf was trapped.

“I got loose,” she said, her voice slow and tired. “Then something fell. Fucking Jorge.”

Despite everything, he had to laugh at that.

He was already working on shifting the crate when Mason found them in the smoke. Between the two of them they managed to lift it, and they had to drag Sabrina—who’d fainted from either the pain or the smoke—out between them.

As they were exiting, four fire trucks pulled up, lights flashing. And in the moment that Brax looked back the way they came, the roof gave way, crushing everything below, including the Corvette.

Didn’t matter. He had everything he needed in his arms.

“Hey,” he said as her eyes fluttered open. He took a damp cloth one of the firefighters handed him and gently wiped her face. “You’ve had a pretty shitty day.”

She laughed, then winced. “Don’t. It hurts. My leg hurts, too.”

“Yeah, it’s seen better days. We’ll get you fixed up.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him, as if certain he’d take care of everything.

He would.

“Baby? Can I ask you something?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Would you marry me?”

Her eyes fluttered open to meet his. “Yes,” she said, her smile remaining as her eyes fluttered closed again.

He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his mother’s ring. Gently, he slipped it onto her finger. “We’ll make it official later,” he said as the arriving paramedics hurried over. “Right now, just know that you’re mine.”

Epilogue

We haven’t even rung the doorbell when Ollie and Trevor open the door to their adorable house nestled in the canyons.

“You came,” Ollie says, his smile wide. “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it.”

“Are you kidding? Miss your housewarming?” Brax shook his head. “Not in a million.” He stepped inside and pulled Ollie into an awkward guy hug. “You ought to know better,” he says. “Besides, Sabrina gets antsy when I don’t take her out to enough social events.”

“Jerk,” I say, smacking him with my tiny purse.

“That’s why I don’t let her carry large purses,” Brax says. I meet his eyes, and we both laugh.

“They’re so freaking cute,” Trevor says.

“I told you.” Ollie says.

“Seriously,” Trevor says, “you two look amazing.”

“Well, it’s been a crazy journey,” Brax says. “But it was all worth it.” He squeezes my hand, and we share a secret smile.

“And in another week, I won’t need this,” I say, tapping the cane. “Although I might pretend to.” “He’s very skilled with the pampering,” I say, tilting my head towards Brax. “I figure it might be fun to keep him on the hook.”