Page 136 of Ruthless with a Rogue

Frantic.

Crazed.

Desperate.

Desperate, until it fixed on Rafe.

Gun trained on him, some of the glazed panic cleared from her eyes.

Ebony-brown eyes.

Rafe stared, dumbfounded.The only thing his broken brain could comprehend was the familiar sweet scent of lavender filling his nose.

His throat worked as he tried to make his mouth form words.

“Theo?”