Page 7 of The Hero She Needs


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It wasn’t every day Boone fished a billionaire heiress out of the river.

Gemma Newhouse was the daughter of the richest man in America.

Shit. Boone smelled trouble. The bad kind.

“Who—?” She coughed, then turned to the side and vomited up river water.

“There you go.” He touched her back.

“God.” She sucked in a breath, awareness seeping a little into her hazy eyes. “Who are you?” She tried to scramble backward. “Leave me alone!”

Boone held out a hand. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just pulled you out of the river.”

“River?” Her brow wrinkled. She touched the side of her head and looked confused. “I can’t think.”

“What happened to you? Did you fall into the river?”

“I…I’m not sure.” She rubbed her temples. “People were chasing me. I ran.” Atlas whined, and Gemma jolted, staring at the dog. “Oh.”

“He’s friendly.”

“Hi.” She held out a shaky hand and Atlas licked it.

Boone saw a faint flicker of a smile on her lips. “This is Atlas. He’s a huge flirt.”

She swallowed and looked nervous.

He kept his tone friendly and even. “Gemma, I’m Boone.”

She tensed. “You know my name.”

“I think most of the country knows your name. One, because of your father.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Is there a two?”

“Yes.” Boone cleared his throat. “Atlas likes watchingCake and Bake.”

She’d been a contestant on the popular reality baking show.

Her eyebrows winged up. “Really? Your dog watches TV?”

“Really. He loves it. Now, let’s get you to the hospital.”

Her arm snapped out, and she gripped his wrist. “No.”

Boone paused. “I—”

“No.” Her voice was a frantic whisper. “They’ll find me.”

* * *

Head still foggy and throbbing,Gemma tried to think straight.

It was hard to do with fear choking her. She shivered. And when she was frozen. She felt like her insides had turned to ice.

Blinking, she focused on her rescuer.

Her heart thumped. Her gruff, handsome rescuer.

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