Page 57 of Christmas with Her Bodyguard
âWhatâs he saying?â
âI think itâs his mother. Possibly pregnant, collapsed on the other side of the river.â
Raeâs head jerked up.
âWell, how did he get here?â
âIâm guessing the bridge. He mentioned that no one at the camp could help unless his mother got to the bridge herself.â
âIf she has collapsed then surely she wonât make it.â
Half a statement, half a question. Myles simply shook his head curtly.
âProbably not.â
Rae already knew the answer to her next question, so it was pointless to ask it. Still, she couldnât keep it in.
âThereâs no way we can drive up there? Cross the bridge?â
âNot a chance. Not going against all those people. Itâs like a swarm. Thatâs why no one at the forwards camp could. Besides, anyone crossing in that direction risks getting shot by border patrols.â
âWe canât leave her.â
âNo,â he agreed grimly.
âWhat are you doing?â She hurried after him as he vaulted into the back of the four-by-four and methodically began to open supply boxes.
âLooking for a rope.â
âWhy?â
When he didnât answer, she peered around, her mind spinning. The dirty, wide river frothed angrily as it raced across the land.
Her heart lurched sickeningly.
âOh...no. You canât possibly be thinking of that.â
âItâs the only way.â
She mustnât panic. She mustnât.
âThat current is far too dangerous.â
âWhich is why Iâm going to tie the rope around my waist and then attach it to the truck.â
âMyles.â
What else was she to say? How could she possibly convince him that this whole idea was insane? That he was risking his life. That she didnât want him to risk his life. Not now. Not ever again.
Because the possibility of losing him hurt too much.
Which was insane, because she didnât even have him to lose. And she never would have.
âDo you want me to help this woman, or not?â
; She shot him a look that was anger mixed with pure fear.