Her movement was so abrupt that upon standing she teetered. Uncertain suddenly, she looked around, trying to think of what had become of her coat and bonnet. Her fingers worked nervously at her sides, curling and uncurling, pulsing to the same frantic beat of her heart. “Rachel?” Wyatt put down his fork and tossed his napkin on the table. He started to rise. “Rachel. You need to breathe. You’re going to—” He watched her suck in a deep draught of air. It was enough to keep her standing until he was at her side. “What is it?” he asked, cupping her elbow. He took a step forward to shield her from the other diners. They were now attracting the attention she wanted to avoid. “I want to go,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “I want to go home.” “All right.” She tried to step around him, but he gripped her elbow more firmly and moved to completely block her path. “What are you doing?” she asked. Wyatt held his ground. “What are you doing? You’re hardly steady on your feet, Rachel, and you’re pale as death.”
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