Andrew’s whole body shuddered with relief when he finally had Jill in his arms. She had fought. He’d seen her.
She’d gotten away long enough for Chad and Andrew to get to her. As Chad subdued a shrieking Theresa, Jill sank into Andrew’s arms and he dropped to the rooftop and held her tight.
He rocked Jill and whispered to her. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re safe now.” Over and over he whispered the words. “I won’t let you go.”
And he didn’t. Not while they treated her wounds. Not while they began an IV to rehydrate her. Not while she finally slept. Andrew held her all through the night, laying kisses on her temple whenever she began to dream or toss in her sleep.
When Jill woke in the morning, she blinked up at him, confusion washing over her features.
“I thought you were a hallucination. I thought I imagined you. That you were a dream,” she whispered.
“The only dream here is you, Jill. You’re my dream, my heart, my future. I thought I’d lost you forever. Don’t ever leave me, Jill.”