“Her breathing isn’t right.” Gideon sat up, looking at the smoke curling around the ceiling. “Where’s the fire? Are the stairs blocked?”
“Not the stairs up to the office. But the entrance to the garage is blocked. We need to get you to my Jeep. And of course, it’s a beautiful, cloudless day.”
“No, you need to get Emma out of here.” Gideon climbed out of bed, wrapping her in the sheet. “I’ll figure something out.”
Jesse knew Gideon was right. He wouldn’t suffocate from the lack of oxygen. But he was highly flammable. One spark and…
“I can’t leave you down here.”
“You don’t have a choice.” Scooping Emma up into his arms, Gideon pressed her against Jesse. “Emma needs you.”
There was no more room to argue. His arms went around her automatically, and he held her as tightly as he could. “Follow me up to the office. I don’t think the flames have spread there yet.”