“Emotions do funny things to all of us,” Moose said.
Becket forced his muscles to relax. He could easily break out of the hold Moose and Teddy had on him—but they were right. He needed to be calm when he approached Sky. He needed to keephercalm so she didn’t move.
“Fine,” he finally conceded before taking a breath. “I’m okay.”
Slowly, both men released him.
“I’m going to talk to her,” Becket said firmly. “You guys stabilize the vehicle so it’s secure enough to extract her. Irene, check there’s no oil leak.”
They all nodded and started to walk away, but Becket grabbed Moose’s arm before he could leave. “And, Moose…do it fast.”
Moose nodded before jogging back to the engine.
Becket crossed over to her car, his heart pounding so fucking hard he could just about hear it.
Then he crouched next to her window. “Peaches?”
CHAPTER18
Breathe in…breathe out.
The four words had become a mantra, repeating in her head over and over again, the only thing keeping her calm.
She didn’t dare open her eyes. But anytime those four words faltered for any reason, the water would flash back into her head. The clear blue sky. The reminder of exactly where she sat and how close she was to going over the bridge.
She squeezed her eyes closed, the ache in her head fusing with other pain. The pain across her chest. Her legs. Everywhere.
“Joey…” she cried out softly.
“Help’s coming, Sky. It won’t be long.”
Garfield barked, and the sound took a little bit of the pressure off her chest. Dogs had always been her comfort.
Breathe in…breathe out.
She’d just repeated those words again when sirens sounded, then engines. Her breaths sped up.
Help. It was here. Thank God!
Air was still whooshing in and out of her chest too fast as she heard doors opening and closing. Then she heard the distant hum of conversation. It was like white noise to the buzzing between her ears.
She kept her eyes closed.
Focus on your breath, Sky. That’s your one job.
Another lungful of air—then she heard it.
“Peaches.”
Her eyes flew open, blue sky and water once again filling her view. But this time she didn’t focus on that. She turned her head.
“Becket.” She could have cried. He was here. And just his presence alone took the edge off her panic.
“Yeah, honey, I’m here.”
His warm, calm voice slid over her skin, chasing away some of the chill. “I can’t get my seat belt off.”
“Don’t worry about that right now. My team is here and we’re going to get you out. All I need from you is to remain really still. Can you do that, honey?”
