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Honestly, it made him wonder if it was time to replace his team. How closely were they keeping up with the property maintenance if there was an entire abandoned structure still standing?
Sure, this area was a wildlife zone and guests weren’t coming through here, but people broke the rules all the time. It was his butt on the line if one of them was stupid enough to enter the structure.
Like Willow had just done.
His gut tightened with worry. The building was a lawsuit waiting to happen between rotted support beams, missing walls, and jagged edges of broken glass.
Honestly, all it would take was a strong gust of wind and the thing would be leveled.
And the thought of Willow being trapped inside was too much.
“Okay, Willow, get out of there.” Eric’s voice was sharp and commanding, his imagination doing him no favors as it started conjuring a mountain of potential disasters.
“Willow? Come on.”
She could get crushed by a beam or be cut with a piece of broken glass, bitten by some animal who’d made this place its home.
She could?—
Her scream was so sudden and appalling that his blood ran cold.
“Willow!”
He bolted toward the window where she’d entered, wrenching off a piece of wood until it was big enough for him to squeeze through.
“Willow!”
He threw himself into the shadowed space, desperation turning his moves erratic and sloppy. He couldn’t care less about rusty nails and broken support beams.
He had to get to her.
He had to make sure she was okay.
Chapter Forty-One
Ronnie was well and truly spent.
Curled up on a couch near the lodge’s fireplace, she watched Dallas at the snack bar as he paid for their hot cocoas. She’d offered to go with him, but he’d been insistent that she stay here and rest.
And honestly…
She felt like maybe rest was exactly what she needed. It was a late night last night, and between lack of sleep and all that crying, her eyelids felt like they were sporting weights.
Dallas came over right when she yawned. He handed her a hot cocoa before taking a seat. “We can head back, you know. If you’re not up for another round?—”
“No,” she interrupted. “I want to get back out there. I was having fun.”
His smile warmed her more than the fire. “Good. Me too.”
She tried to return his smile, but truth be told…she felt more awkward around this man now than she had when they were going through puberty. Ugh, worst age ever for feeling like you didn’t fit into your own skin and had no idea how to behave around the opposite sex.
Ronnie stared down at her cocoa rather than holding his gaze. It was too hard. Too exposing. Too…intimate.
Her heart rate picked up a notch as he sank into the seat beside her. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”
He sounded so calm and unbothered.Hewasn’t being awkward at all. If anything, he had the air of someone who was used to dealing with this sort of thing.
This sort of thing?
