Chapter Four
Adrenaline rushed through Zach’s veins. His arms shot out, and he caught her before she hit the ground.
In one swift movement, he scooped her up. Like a rag doll, she slumped in his arms. A very pretty rag doll.
“Hello to you, too,” he muttered as he carried her up the front porch and into the living room.
Her head rested against his shoulder, sending a soft rush through his heart. Poor thing. He set her down on the sofa and put one of the arm's cushions under her head. He turned and went up to one of the bedrooms, yanking the comforter off the bed.
After covering her, he built up a fire in the hearth. April in Maine was still chilly, not balmy like spring in New York.
He went to her and kneeled down, smoothing one palm across her forehead. No fever, thank God. He examin
