" make sense out of what he couldn’t see. “Help me.” Definitely a woman. “I’ll get you out.” “Don’t leave me, please.” Her voice broke. Her arms clamped around him as if she were hanging on to save her life. In her mind, she probably was. He wrapped his arms around her. In the dark he couldn’t see anything. She seemed young. She’d come at him fast. But someone older, running "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)