Page 92 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

“Don’t make a sound, Shelby,” a low, urgent voice said in a harsh whisper next to my ear. “It’s Wyatt, and I’m getting you the fuck out of here. Nod your head if you understand.”

Complete understanding was slow to reach my muddled brain.

Wyatt?

My Wyatt?

What in the hell was he doing here?

Even though I didn’t understand what was happening, I knew exactly who was keeping me silent.

Every cell in my body recognized him, even if my mind couldn’t quite make sense of the situation.

I nodded, and he instantly released his hold on my mouth.

I winced as the bonds were apparently cut from my limbs, and some of the blood circulation started to return to my hands and feet.

I bit back a gasp of pain as Wyatt lifted me off the bed and cradled me in his arms.

He strode back to the window, and transferred me to another shadowy figure outside the window.

“My name is Brock Miller, Shelby. I’m Wyatt’s backup,” a second man whispered loud enough for me to hear him as he held me securely in his arms. “Hang tight. You’re safe with me. He needs to get out the window.”

My first weird and random thought was that the guy holding me was just as bulky and as sturdy as Wyatt.

My mind whirled, but my body relaxed, and I gripped Brock around the shoulders for balance as Wyatt left the cabin just as covertly as he’d entered.

I hurt.

Bad.

Every movement was agony. I couldn’t take a breath without the pain, but my stress was overriding that agony right now.

A million questions flew through my mind, but I knew I couldn’t ask them out loud.

Who was Brock, and what was he doing here?

Why was Wyatt here?

Where in the hell were the police?

My guess was that Wyatt had tracked my location from the satellite tracker I was still wearing. I’d hoped someone would come, but I sure as hell hadn’t expected Wyatt to show up in person.

By himself.

With only another man to help him.

Shit!Did he have any idea how dangerous Ted was?

I also had questions about how they’d pulled this off.

Not only had they found me, but they’d obviously found a way to get to me quickly in an off-grid location that was hard to access.

Withouta vehicle.

The cabin wasn’t all that sturdy and the only window faced the long driveway. I would have heard the vehicle coming and seen the lights in the window.

Apparently, they’d had a way in, and they had a way to get out.

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