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horn blaring told Logan he was still alive, but barely.
    “He found her!” some of the men yelled as they encircled him. It was obvious from the affection of the crew they liked their boss’s wife. “Is she alive?”
    “Get that ambulance! She’s unconscious and sustained a head injury.” Logan refused to relinquish his hold on her. Holding her tight, he willed the beautiful woman to live.
    The men waved down the nearest ambulance. The paramedics leapt down and peppered him with questions.
    “She was hit on the head by falling debris and possibly a steel beam. Her hard hat was shattered by the impact. She hasn’t regained consciousness.”
    “Are you her husband?” the paramedic asked as an IV was put in and a mask covered her face.
    “No. Her husband was in that first ambulance. He pushed her out of the way. He was trying to save her.” Logan watched as she was loaded into the ambulance.
    “Then you’d better come with us. He’s not expected to make it.”
    Logan didn’t bother to tell them he didn’t know anything more, but he couldn’t imagine leaving her to suffer all by herself. When she woke, he would tell her how her husband was a hero.
     
    Logan stayed out of the way as the paramedics worked on Mrs. Simpson. She wasn’t responding and she wasn’t waking up. Her heart rate started to slow and with a yell to the driver, the ambulance sped through traffic. The line showing her heart rate started to straighten and then there was the ominous sound of a flatline.
    “She’s coding!” the EMT shouted.
    Logan couldn’t tear his eyes from her. She couldn’t die. She was too young, too full of life, just an hour ago. He watched in horror as the two EMTs worked as a fluid pair. One cut away her sundress as the other prepped the paddles and handed them over. They were slapped onto her chest in fewer than ten seconds.
    “Clear.” Her body jerked and the monitor beeped to life.
    “She’s back!” the EMT told the driver. His partner grabbed the radio and told them their location and her status.
    After the shock, her arm had fallen off the gurney. Logan tentatively reached out and took her small, delicate hand into his. He wouldn’t leave her until she was safe. Did she have family? Did she have children who had to be told their father was most likely dead and their mother’s life lay in the balance? Would she have someone to take care of her? The overwhelming need to protect this woman consumed him. He was surprised to find it was he who wanted to be the one to care for her. Guilt nagged at him. This was someone else’s wife and he wanted to be there for her. Ten years of distancing himself and here he was willing a women he’d never met to live, knowing he’d have to leave her to mourn the death of her husband.
    The ambulance came to a stop by the emergency room and the back doors flung open. Men and women in different-colored scrubs were peppering the EMTs with questions as they unloaded Mrs. Simpson from the ambulance and rushed her into the hospital.
    “Sir! What’s her name? Do you know her blood type?” a nurse asked as they hurried to follow the doctors inside.
    “Mrs. Simpson. That’s all I know. Her husband was just brought in. How is he?”
    “He wasn’t breathing when we got to him. They rushed him into surgery. That’s all I know. Wait here and someone will be out with an update. If you know any of her family, now’s the time to call them.”
    Then Logan was alone.

     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    An irritating beeping drew Bree out of the sexiest dream she’d ever had. She had been rolling around naked with her angel rescuer on a fluffy white cloud while lightning struck all around. As her eyes fluttered, she heard voices fill with excitement. Bright lights blinded her and everything was blurry. Maybe she had died and this was heaven. No, it couldn’t be. In heaven, she wouldn’t have the worst headache imaginable. Bree fought with her eyes as she tried to get them into