Tabby's Rescuers (Elite Dragoons #4)(11)By: Becca Van
She whimpered when she heard clothing rustle close to her and wondered if this was the moment her life would end. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, and she was beginning to feel dizzy. And then all of a sudden, she heard the voice. She held her breath and tried to make her brain concentrate on what she was hearing, but she couldn’t. She was too damn scared. She flinched and cried out when hands gripped her upper arms, but then the deep male voice began to penetrate her fear-fogged mind.
“Shh, baby, you’re safe now. Don’t be scared anymore, Tabitha.”
He was American, and the voice sounded familiar. Tabby stopped crying and exhaled slowly. Hands brushed against her neck, and then the hood was lifted off over her head. It took her a moment to clear her vision and adjust to the light after being in the dark so long. When she was able to see properly, she nearly started crying again, but this time with relief. Standing before her was one of the men who had rescued her and the two doctors from the rebels in Algeria.
She would never forget him or his brothers. They were so brave and handsome she hadn’t been able to get them out of her mind.
“Law?” Her voice cracked, and his eyes softened as he brushed the hair out of her face.
“Yeah, it’s me, baby.”
She looked up when she caught movement in her peripheral vision, and when her eyes connected with Cal’s gray ones and then Fletch’s darker blue orbs, her vision blurred as tears filled them again.
“Tabby cat, are you okay?” Cal asked as he and Fletch hurried to her side.
“Yes,” Tabby smiled through her tears. “I owe you three so much. Thank you for saving me again.”
Cal crawled up onto the bed and over Tabby. He reached for her hands and began untying the restraints from around her wrists as Law and Fletch began working on the knots at her ankles.
“Did they hurt you, love?” Fletch asked and looked up at Tabby after he released the tight leather from around her ankle, rubbing her shin in a comforting gesture.
“No,” Tabby groaned as Cal massaged her arms and shoulders and helped her to lower her arms to her sides. She sucked in a pain-filled breath as the blood began to flow back into her starved limbs and closed her eyes when those thousands of needles came through the numbness in her arms and hands.
“Easy, Tabby cat,” Cal said when she tried to sit up, and pressed his hand against her shoulder to keep her still.
Tabby looked toward the door in fear when she heard more male voices and then glanced at Cal, Fletch, and Law.
“It’s okay, baby,” Law said and headed toward the bedroom door. “It’s the sheriff come to take that asshole away.”
“There were two of them,” Tabby whispered urgently, and fear strummed through her blood.
“Everything will be all right, love.” Fletch cupped her cheek, and she couldn’t help but turn into the comforting gesture. “We got both of them, but one of the men died when he tried to shoot Cal.”
“Oh God.” Tabby glanced back to Cal and then ran her eyes all over his body. “Are you hurt? Did you get shot?”
“No, kitten, I’m fine. Law and Fletch got that fucker before he could get me.”
“Thank God,” Tabby whispered, and a sob escaped.
“Shh, Tabby, we’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you again. I promise.” Fletch got onto the bed and knelt beside her. He slid his hands in under her shoulders and slowly helped her to sit up. She reached out for him and cringed with pain when her aching arms protested, but she needed an anchor because she had been lying down for so long she felt a little dizzy.
“Whoa, love,” Fletch said. “Let me help you. We need to take this slow.”
Tabby let him slowly lift her upright, and when she heard footsteps heading toward the bedroom, she covered her bra-clad breasts with her arms. Law was standing in the doorway and blocking the view of whoever was behind him. Cal removed his rifle from his shoulder, ripped open the Velcro fastening on his Kevlar vest, and then dropped the protective garment on the floor. He then pulled his khaki-green T-shirt up over his head and stepped closer to her. He pulled the shirt over her head and then he and Fletcher helped push her arms through the sleeves.