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And maybe I didn’t have the choice.

The fact that I couldn’t see right now was terrifying me.

“What do you do, ma’am?” Gee rumbled.

“I’m a paramedic for Albuquerque Fire,” I answered.

Or was.

“Ewww, a firefighter,” Gable teased.

I would’ve smiled had I had the energy.

“Tell me about these assholes that left you,” Gee suggested. “Who are they?”

“My ex-fiancé and his family,” I answered. “They’re avid hikers, and they always leave me behind. But this is a new low for even them.”

“I thought you said he was your boyfriend?” Gee asked for clarification.

“The fiancé thing was new as of a couple of months ago,” I admitted. “But boyfriend or fiancé, he’s still not that anymore. Not after today.”

I’d had an hour to think about it as I struggled to find out what the hell I should do.

I’d prayed for a group of hikers to find me, and I’d lucked out with the strapping man now literally carrying me down a mountain.

If my head didn’t hurt so bad, and I wasn’t so scared, I might very well be happy about this new adventure.

It was the wake-up call that I needed when it came to Joseph.

I lifted my hand to touch my face and felt my hand catch something hard.

“Got ’em,” Gable said from our side.

“Sorry,” I said as we came to a stop. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t, honey,” he said. “I’d leave them if they weren’t what I needed to see.”

He wore glasses?

He let my left thigh go momentarily but leaned forward to keep me securely on his back.

I jolted, my hand going to his neck accidentally, and grabbed for purchase.

“Sorry,” he said as he caught me back behind the leg. “I should’ve announced that I was doing that.”

“Yeah, you should have.” Gable chuckled. “You doing okay back there?”

My hand loosened but didn’t move off of his neck.

My finger brushed a scar on his face, and I stilled. “Oh, are you hurt?”

“No,” he answered. “Old scar that’s not the most pleasant thing in the world to look at in the mirror every morning.”

“He says that.” Gable tried for levity. “But all the girls think it’s sexy.”

“Sure, right.” Gee snorted.

“Are y’all related?” I asked.