heavily, Gage stared at Mikayla with eyes so bright they practically were glowing. He picked up the radio mic, holding it up as he held eye contact with her. “I’m here.” “You anywhere close to Cedar Bridge?” “About ten minutes away, why?” “Flash flood took out the bridge. There is a bus on it and kids in the water. We need help quick. I’m two minutes away and we have emergency vehicles moving in, but the call came while they were out at another crash site. I need you here buddy, and fast.” “I’m on my way.” Gage put the mic down and put the truck into gear, taking off so fast that the wheels slipped on the snow before the truck lurched forward on the road. He shot a warning glance toward Mikayla. “This isn’t finished. We aren’t finished.” No, they weren’t, but they should be. And Mikayla couldn’t help but wonder if this hunger between them wouldn’t destroy them both.
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The truck pulled to a quick stop beside a police jeep. As they stared out into the wintery scene they looked into a nightmare. The bridge had collapsed in the middle from the pressure of the icy river water and the bus was halfway immersed into the frigid water, precariously close to being swept downstream along the icy torrent. The sound of the rushing river water almost drowned out the screams and cries of the children, some still in the bus while others were hanging onto pieces of the broken bridge, trying to escape being submerged in the freezing water. A few other cars were parked around the area and about a half dozen men and women were fighting to get the kids to the safety of the river bank. Gage opened the door and got out of the truck, letting Wulf jump down before he slammed his door shut. He all but snarled at Mikayla as she opened her own door and slid out of the vehicle. “Stay.” Her spine stiffened. “I’m not your bitch, boy. Don’t take that tone with me.” He’d learn that she didn’t take orders well and certainly not when given in that manner. Gage raked a hand through his hair and glared at her. “Christ. Will you just stay here? You’re already injured and will get in the way. I have to go help.” “I can help.” He shook his head dismissively. “No. Stay here, baby. I want you where I don’t have to worry about you. Wulf, guard Mikayla,” he ordered the dog before sprinting across the snow-covered riverbed. Mikayla rolled her eyes as she watched the scene from the short distance away. She could hear the ominous creak of the metal groan against the pressure of the rushing water. She wanted to help. Hell, she was going to help. It might hurt her leg a little, but she could climb down. There was no way she could sit idly on the sidelines when children were in danger. “Come on, Wulf. Screw your stupid owner and his orders,” Mikayla muttered at the dog. Wulf gave a happy bark and wagged his tail as he pranced in place at her side. She had only taken two steps when she heard them. Icy fear shivered down her spine as she heard the faint voices of two children calling out for help over the rushing rapids. Mikayla scanned the area and her heart nearly stopped as she saw two heads further down the river as two little kids hung onto a broken tree lodged between some rocks near the center of the river. “Hey! Over here!” Mikayla called out as she saw an ambulance pull up close to the bridge. It was no use. The others were too far away to hear her and she knew that the water was too cold for the kids to hang on for long. “Stay here, Wulf,” Mikayla ordered with a hand gesture. The dog whined but sat down and looked up at her with a questioning quirk of his head. Moving quickly, Mikayla rounded the truck and jumped into the driver’s seat. Sending out silent thanks that Gage had left his keys in the truck, she put it into gear and drove farther down until she was just ahead of where the kids were hanging on for dear life. She spun the truck around so the