No one is more deserving of happiness than those who are damaged by horrific experiences…Can two people with dark pasts somehow let love heal their wounds?
His gaze moved over her body, and she had no idea why that should make her feel warm. He cleared his throat, then turned away. “Can we get some blankets down here?”
Eventually, several blankets were handed down. Then he stepped close to her, blocking out the light. “I have to touch you to get you out of here, Caitlyn, but I won’t do it without your permission. Will you let me?”
She had been touched and violated enough to make her afraid of people for the rest of her natural life. But, somehow, she knew she could trust him. He was here to take her home. He wouldn’t take advantage of her. “Okay.”
He wrapped the blankets around her from head to toe and then lifted her against his chest. He handed her up through the cellar door. She couldn’t see the light through the blanket, and she was grateful for that. When she was set down and all she could hear was movement, she felt the old panic return. “Jack? Jack!”
“It’s all right. I’m here. I’m going to take you to the hospital first. You’ll have to be treated. And then you can go home. One step at a time, okay?”
She forced a tight nod. “Okay.”
Instead of driving her, he held her close in his lap in the back of a vehicle on the way to the hospital. The firm, but gentle grasp of his arms calmed her.