"Xavier." Frankie stopped screaming for help, her hoarse voice croaking out his name. Was he a hallucination? He wasn't here before. Thinking it over, she came to the conclusion that he wasn't real. She hadn't been there that long, certainly not long enough for him to arrive. It must be a side effect from when she hit her head. She stared at him, soaking wet, suited, and booted, literally. His mouthwateringly good abs on show, his wet hair tousled looking ridiculously sexy. This may not be real, but she could stare at him all day. It was strange, even as he walked towards her, she was convinced she could actually hear footsteps. She needed to call for help again, she needed them to know where she was and get the professionals there to save her. Only Melissa knew where they were. Was she OK
