QUOTE : He cupped Mollie’s face between his palms and tilted it to look up at him. Her face was dirty and her eyes red from grit—and Zack knew he looked no better—but she was precious to him and he wanted her to know that. “Mollie, I’m coming back for you. Don’t leave the church. I need to be able to find you again.” She dropped her gaze but made no move to shrug away from his hands as he held her face. “The satchels with your parents’ papers,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure they get them back.” “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it,” he said. “I’ll be coming back because I meant what I said last night. About my . . . inconvenient feelings for you. They haven’t gone away.” Such familiarity on a public street in the middle of the morning was shocking, but none of the rules applied anymore. He leaned over and kissed her mouth, holding her face between his palms. She made no move to push him away, and he kissed each of her cheeks, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You taste like soot, woman.” She laughed, and he impulsively swept her up into a bear hug. To his amazement, she returned his embrace, wrapping her arms around the top of his back. She felt custom-made to fit perfectly against him. They were alive, and they were going to survive, and someday soon they would thrive again. With Hartman’s a smoking rubble, Zack was probably out of a job, but he still had his brain and a strong back. If nothing else, there would be plenty of manual labor needing to be done in the coming months. “We’re going to be okay, Mollie,” he whispered in her ear. Her arms tightened around him, and he didn’t want this moment to end. “I’m coming back for you.” And within his embrace, he felt her nod in agreement. They had just been through the worst two days imaginable, but Zack’s heart soared.