She shook off his hand and removed it. “It was Rosemary!” Her voice was croaky and barely sounded like her own.
Anger glinted in his eyes. “I know. We got in contact with Mateo Flores, and he told us that Rosemary was Eloise’s grandmother.”
“Did you catch her?”
“Jesse’s team is looking, but I haven’t spoken to him since I got here.” Fury shadowed his words.
“Areyouokay? God—are Teddy and Bella okay? You guys ran into a forest fire for me.”
His fingers tightened around her hand. “Everyone’s fine. After we got under the shelters, the retardant drop arrived. My crew’s still in the mountains working with other stations, making sure the fire’s completely out, and I should be getting a notification soon that they’re done.”
The air rushed from her lungs, which made more coughs rack her chest.
A deep growl rumbled from Becket, and he reached for a glass of water and put the straw to her lips.
Cool liquid coated her throat. God, water had never tasted so good.
When he set the glass back down, she whispered, “Thank you for saving me.”
“I was almost too late.”
“But you weren’t. You got there exactly when I needed you. Thank you.”
“You should really be thanking Bella. If it hadn’t been for her leading us straight to you…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t need to. If Bella hadn’t done what she did, Becket wouldn’t have found her in time.
She squeezed his hand. “Thank God for Bella.”
A knock sounded at the door, and they both looked up to see Jesse poking his head in. “Hey. Is now an okay time?”
Sky nodded before once again trying to push up into a sitting position. Becket helped her, even though his pulsing jaw told her that he wasn’t happy about it.
“I checked in with your crew—the fire’s out,” Jesse said.
Becket nodded. “Good.”
Jesse’s gaze shifted to Sky. “And we picked up Rosemary.”
Relief hit her hard in the chest. “Thank God! Where?”
“She was driving down the highway, looking for Bella. She had no idea there was already a warrant out for her arrest.”
“Good.” Becket’s voice was deep and full of rage. It was probably luckyhehadn’t caught her first.
“Where’s Bella?” Sky asked, needing to know that she was okay.
“We called your receptionist, Dolly, who took her to the vet and is looking after her until we figure out what—”
“I’ll take her.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d finished processing them. But they felt right. How could shenottake Bella? “She saved my life. Taking her in is the least I can do.”
“The leastwecan do.”
She swung her gaze to Becket. He wanted to adopt Bella with her? The man hated dogs.
“I’ll make it happen,” Jesse said, not questioning Becket. “When you’re ready, I’ll need to get your statement, but that can—”
“No, I want to do it now,” she cut in.
