She simply closed her eyes, waiting for the pain of hitting the ground to come.
But...
She didn't fall to the ground, instead she fell into a familiar embrace.
A pair of strong, long arms wrapped tightly around her waist, lifting her upwards. In shock, she fell into the arms of the person who caught her.
The familiar scent of musk wafted into her nose, a light fragrance that nevertheless invigorated her entirely.
In an instant, her face changed dramatically, her eyes widened, and she lifted her head in utter astonishment.
The first thing she saw was a smooth, beautiful jawline, then a pale yet extraordinarily handsome face.
Scarlett Yates stared at the person holding her, too shocked to utter a single word.
How could he be here! How could he have come here!
But what shocked her even more, what sent a chill through her entire body, were the four guns aimed at Matthew Saxon's forehead.
