“I’m sorry, Dare. So sorry it’s come down to this,” she murmured into his neck. “We’ll figure it out,” he told her. “It’s time to lock down for the night. We’re vulnerable until we make a decision,” Gunner told them, pointed to the panic room. When Dare looked at Grace, he saw her blanch at the thought of spending an extended amount of time down there. She’d barely made it walking through, and that had been a by-the-skin-of-her-teeth experience. He already had other plans for her, so when she looked at him and pleaded, “I can’t stay down there,” he conceded easily. “Tonight, we don’t have to. After that . . .” “Okay, yes, after that, I’ll be okay.” It was a lie, but he allowed it because she really believed it. It was one of the many reasons he’d fallen for her. She was as strong as anything.
