Page 39 of Saving Mr. Norcross
It took them fifteen minutes to clear the building. She saw the men talking and gesturing, then they turned and led the dogs back into the grapevines.
She released a slow breath and shivered. Now she was just wet and cold.
“Come on.” Vander climbed down and then helped her.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she watched Vander check the door to the outbuilding. It wasn’t locked. Inside was dark, but she could make out the shape of lots of large, oak barrels. The sharp scent of fermenting grapes filled the air.
It was the winery.
“Come on.” He towed her deeper into the building. “We’ll hide in here and get dry. Once we’re in the clear, we’ll head for the boundary wall and get out of here.”
She followed him and he slid in behind some barrels. There was a small space in one corner with more than enough room for them.
“Stay here,” he ordered.
He disappeared, and Brynn leaned back against the wall, fighting back her shivers.
He wasn’t gone long and returned with a blanket and some bottled water.
“I found an office and kitchen. Get your wet gear off, baby.”
She pulled off her wet shirt. He wrapped the blanket around her. It smelled musty, but she didn’t care. She unscrewed the cap on a water bottle and drank.
Then she watched as he pulled his wet T-shirt off.
Instantly, her gaze landed on the bloody gash on his arm. She sucked in a breath. “You got shot!”
“It’s just a graze.”
She growled. “Norcross?—”
Then he stepped closer, framed her face with his hands, and kissed her.
The taste and heat of him swamped her.
“It’s not even worth worrying about,” he murmured against her lips.
She knew the injury wasn’t bad, but she hated any time he got hurt or shot at. She leaned into his hard, hot body, and felt his strength, the power of his life force.
She loved that he was bigger than her, stronger. Whenever he was at her side, whenever his arms closed around her, she felt protected.
Hers.
Always hers.
She opened her mouth and kissed him back.
CHAPTER TEN
He kissed his wife.
Even after several years together, Vander couldn’t get enough of her. And he knew when they were both old, gray, and wrinkled, he still wouldn’t be able to get enough of her.
Her bare chest pressed against his, the rapid beat of her heart tapping out its familiar rhythm.
She was alive. She washis.
A violent, urgent need filled him.Take. Connect. Love. He lifted her off her feet and pressed her against the wall.
