They returned to the main house just as Nick's cell vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it and directed Trisha to sit on the couch. Her skin was still cold. So was he. Turning, he crouched and set another log in the fireplace as if that would help. The flames danced and popped as the new log caught.

Shit. He still couldn't breathe.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried banishing the images from earlier or how it had gutted seeing the woman he'd just made love to caught in ...