Page 73 of Stolen By the Billionaire
“I’m fine.”
His low words and falling inflection indicated the end of the conversation, even though he hadn’t snapped at her.
Sarah hugged her arms around her body, trying to stop the shaking in her legs that was rattling her core. “So, that’s how they got in? When the power went out?”
Blaze slapped his hand onto the black screen, and the gun safes’ doors popped open. He retrieved a belt with two hip holsters and four slim, black magazines loaded with bullets. “It appears that the system is still inoperable.” He closed the gun safe and locked it, turning to Sarah. “We will remain in this room until reinforcements arrive.”
“I heard gunshots,” she said.
He nodded without speaking as he buckled the belt around his narrow waist and jammed the guns into the holsters and the magazines into loops designed for them.
“Did you shoot them?” she asked.
He nodded again.
Horror flooded her. “You killed them? What are we going to tell the police?”
He shook his head. “I shot two of them in the leg to make my point. They took off. We have reinforcements arriving within a few minutes.”
Sarah nodded, her throat tight, and she looked toward the treadmill and stair climber in the other corner.
“Are you all right?” Blaze asked.
“Yeah. Fine. Everything’s fine, so I’m fine.”
He walked over toward her, his bare feet silent on the exercise mats on the floor. “You don’t look fine.”
Blood rimmed the short toenails on his left foot when she looked down.
She said, “I’m fine.”
Blaze studied her face. “This was a tense situation.”
“I’m tough.”
Dang it, she was hearty farm stock. It took more than a power outage and some people fluffin’ around the house to rattle her.
Yet, her heart was pounding like she’d been sprinting on that treadmill right over there. The inside of her chest was echoing in her ears.
Blaze ducked his head, peering at her. “Can I get you anything? Glass of water?”
She shook her head, trying to hear anything other than the slamming of her heart inside her rib cage, and flipped her trembling fingers toward the water cooler. “I had some water.”
“You’re not all right.”
“I’m fine. I’m not used to home invasions. First, you. Now, this.”
Blaze stepped right up to her.
Sarah forgot to be shocked and jump back.
He wrapped his arms around her body like he was going to lift her and bodily throw her into a closet or something.
Her muscles locked up, ready to fight.
Instead, Blaze murmured somewhere above her head, “I’m sorry about what happened. You were supposed to be safe here.”
Her nose and cheek were smashed against his blue tee shirt, and heat from his burly chest underneath warmed her face.
