CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
THE AMBULANCE BEARING Andy pulled away from the cabin and Brita swiped a hand over her eyes. They stung from weariness and her muscles felt like liquid from the stress of the last few hours.
“He’ll be all right.” Clovis told her. “Andy’s tougher than he looks.”
She knew he was trying to make her feel better so she gave him a weary smile. Emerging from the cabin, Alf called her name and she turned, hurrying toward him. “Have they found the chopper?”
Alf nodded. “The control tower at a small, private airport just over the Kentucky border reported that Brick’s chopper has been cleared to land there in five minutes.”
Brita’s knees buckled with relief. Two strong arms caught her before she could fall and Percy’s deep, sensual voice drifted softly into her ear. “All right
