and conscious until we know.”
Diane stared at him.
“You said you had training.”
“I do.”
“What kind?”
For half a second, Ethan stopped.
Not physically.
His hands continued working.
But something behind his eyes closed.
“Enough for this.”
He took the oxygen mask from her.
Victoria’s fingers suddenly wrapped around his wrist.
“Don’t…”
Her voice barely existed.
“Don’t let me…”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Die.”
The word landed between them.
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“No.”
It wasn’t reassurance.
It sounded like an order.
Victoria stared at him.
For perhaps the first time in years, somebody was speaking to her without knowing—or caring—who she was.
No board members.
No attorneys.
No assistants.
No journalists.
Just a stranger kneeling on an airplane carpet, telling
