“Don’t worry,” he said casually, as if they’d met in an elevator instead of a bombed-out building. “I’m Kyle Foster, and my friends and I will have you out of here in no time.”
Chapter Two
“You’re an answer to a prayer,” Laura tried to shout, but her voice was hoarse from dust and singing.
Her rescuer’s mouth curved in a slow, sensuous smile that would have weakened her knees—if she’d had any strength left and hadn’t been already sitting. She hoped he was as courageous as he appeared. He’d promised to get them out, but she could hear the building falling around them. Only someone with nerves of steel would risk being buried alive to help people he didn’t know.
“Just keep those prayers coming till we’re out of here,” he called in a deep, resonant voice filled with steady reassurance.
Jeremy stirred in Laura’s arms, and her anxiety for the child increased. “I have a little boy who’s hurt,” she called.
Kyle’s smile disappeared, and concern filled his eyes. “How bad?”
“Don’t know,” Laura replied out of honesty and a reluctance to frighten Tiffany and Jennifer any more than they already were.
“Can you bring him to me?” Kyle said with a calmness that eased her racing heart. “We’ll take him out first.”
Laura struggled to her feet with the boy in her arms. “Stay here, girls. I’ll be back for you.”
She picked her way carefully through the wreckage toward the opening to the main corridor. Stumbling once, she almost fell, and chunks of plaster rained down on her. She hunched over Jeremy to shield him with her body and struggled to maintain her balance in that awkward pose.
The boy roused again and looked up at her through unfocused eyes. “Mommy?”
“No, sweetheart, I’m Laura.”
She thought of his mother, of the parents of all three children and how frantic they must be to have their youngsters out of danger and back in their arms.
And she thought of her own father, waiting outside for her rescue, desperate to see her unharmed.
Soon, Daddy, she promised. Don’t worry about me.
“You’re almost here.” Kyle’s encouraging voice echoed through the wreckage. “Keep coming.”
“My arm hurts,” Jeremy whimpered.
She bit back tears at the little boy’s pain. “We’ll have you fixed up real soon.”
When she reached the opening, Kyle was gone, and she panicked, wondering if they’d been deserted. Debris continued to fall in the stillness of the wreckage, and she feared the rest of the building might collapse any moment.
“Hello? Anyone there?” she called.
Kyle’s handsome face reappeared, and she chastised herself for her lack of faith in him. She should have known from the reliable look in his amazing green eyes that the man wouldn’t desert them.
“I’ve sent my partner after the paramedics and a stretcher.” He couldn’t fit his wide shoulders through the narrow hole, but he thrust his arms, clad in a denim jacket, into the opening. She noted the strong, slender fingers and square nails, streaked with dirt and marred with nicks and scratches from clawing through the wreckage.
“Let me have him,” Kyle said. “We’ll take good care of him.”
“Careful,” Laura warned as she transferred Jeremy. “His arm may be broken.”
With a gentleness she hadn’t expected in such a rugged man, Kyle took the boy in his arms as carefully as if the child were made of glass. A tear slid down the man’s face, but Laura couldn’t tell if he cried for the child or if the dust from the wreckage irritated his eyes.
Jeremy opened his eyes and gazed up at Kyle. “Who are you?”
“I’m helping the firefighters, big guy.” The man’s voice was kind and encouraging. “My friends and I will get you out of here and find your mother.”
Jeremy relaxed in his arms. Kyle maneuvered the boy’s body through the narrow aperture, and the two disappeared.
“I’ll be back for the rest of you,” Laura heard Kyle call.
She returned to Jennifer and Tiffany, grabbed each one by a hand and helped them pick their way through the tangle of beams, wires and drywall to the opening, their only route of escape.
“Will he come back?” Jennifer asked, once again sniffling with fear.
“He’ll be back.” Laura placed a supportive arm around the girl’s shoulders. She didn’t have to fake confidence. Something about the man, the assurance in his eyes, the tenor of his voice, told her Kyle Foster was a man who didn’t make empty promises.
A horrific boom reverberated behind them in the rest room, and a major portion of the ceiling gave way and crashed to the floor. The girls screamed, and Laura jumped. If they’d stayed where they’d been earlier, all of them would have been crushed. What remained of the building was deteriorating fast, and if Kyle didn’t return soon, they might be buried alive.
She pulled the girls close to bolster their courage and tried to squelch her own rising panic. “He’ll be here any minute now.”
True to his word, Kyle thrust his face through the opening. Laura had never been so glad to see anyone in her life. How could any man look so damn sexy with so much dirt on him and seem so at ease with a building raining down around his ears?
“Who’s next?” he asked.
Laura felt Tiffany stiffen against her. “You go, Jennifer,” the little redhead insisted. “I’m older. I’ll stay here and look after the lady.”
“You’re not older.” Jennifer sniffed. “We’re both six.”
“I’m six and a half,” Tiffany said in a superior tone.
“You’re both coming,” Kyle said. “I have people with me to carry you out.”
The urgency in the look he threw Laura set her into instant motion. She scooped Jennifer into her arms and handed her to Kyle. He threaded the girl through the opening as if she weighed no more than the dust that swirled around them, a testament to the strength in the well-developed muscles of his arms.
“What’s a good-looking kid like you doing in a mess like this?” he asked Jennifer. She responded to his teasing grin by throwing her arms around his neck and holding tight.
With a tenderness that brought tears to Laura’s eyes, Kyle patted the girl’s back, then handed her off to someone behind him. He immediately shoved his arms through the opening again. “Next?”
Laura picked up Tiffany. The girl leaned back in her arms and looked at her. “Aren’t you coming?”
“In a minute,” Laura said.
“But the hole’s too small.” Tiffany locked gazes with her, eyes filled with worry, as Kyle took the girl from Laura’s arms. “How will you get out?”
“Don’t worry.” Kyle spoke to Tiffany but his eyes met Laura’s. “We won’t leave your friend in there.”
He disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he thrust a hard hat and his own denim jacket through the hole toward Laura. “Put these on and move as far from the opening as you can. We’re going to frame some supports before we tear open this hole.”
Only then did Laura realize she’d been standing there the whole time in only her bra and skirt. She’d thrown aside her jacket, now buried beneath the wreckage behind her, and used her blouse to bind