Navy SEAL Rescuer. Shirlee McCoy

I’ll get her.” He jogged back up the stairs, his leg nearly giving out, pain shooting from the stump to his hip.

      It hurt, and that pissed him off.

      Catherine pissed him off, because she didn’t seem to understand the kind of danger she was in.

      Or didn’t want to understand.

      Or, maybe just didn’t care.

      He ran into the house, ignoring the officer’s command to wait. He’d find Catherine and drag her outside if he had to.

      Because, as irritated as he was, he couldn’t leave her behind.