Instead of protesting like he half expected, she just curled her face into his neck and wrapped her arms around him. “Hold on, sweetheart,” he whispered, the endearment coming naturally, though he’d never said it to anyone before. She nodded against his chest, but he wasn’t convinced. “You okay?” He wrapped his arms around her and felt her hands clutch his coat. When she was right in front of him he saw how red her face was and the blue tinge to her lips. He swallowed up the remaining distance between them in a few strides. He could tell from how slowly she moved that he’d arrived just in time. All he knew was that he needed her in his arms. He didn’t question it, he didn’t analyze the why. The need to protect her overwhelmed and consumed him. He knew at that moment that Hannah Woods meant a hell of a lot more to him than he wanted to admit. It was the sweetest damn sound he ever heard. She screamed out his name and tried to move toward him. He called her name over and over again and came in closer, until finally he could see her face. He kept the light focused on the patch of red and moved as quickly as he could through the snow. He moved the light slowly, praying for the first time in his memory for help from above. He circled the flashlight again and paused for a second, thinking he spotted a flash of color. The Billionaire's Christmas BabyBy: Victoria James
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