Only, it didn’t matter. She would have been crushed had it landed on her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She was tucked into him, and safe.
Finn was not amused.
Not.
At.
All.
Something was trying to hurt her. This was the third time in one day that she’d nearly met with catastrophe.
This wasn’t a coincidence.
Honestly, her well-being was the least of her issues.
“Oh, God. Finn! That hit you hard,” she said, as he pushed off of her body to free himself from the mountain of debris.
When the door to the room swung open, and Graham stood there with a frying pan, he looked around.
“What the fuck?” he asked. “What the hell happened in here?”
He was staring at the bookshelves.
Immediately, Gabby ran her hands across Finn’s back. When he flinched, she knew he’d been hurt.
Saving her.
AGAIN.
She tried to explain.
“I was looking at a journal, and then, before I knew it, the shelves collapsed on me.”
Oh, not quite.
Finn explained.
“I saw the shelf teetering. I had to keep her from being crushed. That nearly hurt her.”
As he was talking, he noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
That had been too close.
“We heard him,” she said to Graham. “We heard the laughter, and then…”
Well, shit.
Oh, he could figure out the then part on his own. He’d been in the kitchen, and he heard the crash. This was getting scarier and scarier.
Something didNOTwant Gabby looking around and investigating.
But why?
Graham focused on the other man.