Chapter 6

Rayne Wallace was in clear view across the driveway when Liam emerged from the hotel. The limo driver had left in his limo, the bellmen and gardeners had dispersed, and she sat alone on the grass, in the median beside the curb next to the dog, with her legs curled beneath her.

Captured in the glow of torchlight, with her red hair a silken mantle across her shoulders and her hand gently stroking the injured dog, she looked ethereal. She looked up as Liam neared, searching his face for a clue as to what he'd accomplished.

"Help is on the way," he promised, crouching on his heels beside her and fighting the strong urge to place his arm around her and assure her. His urge to touch her was so strong that he clenched his fists and instead asked. "How's the patient?"