Can Brodie Maxwell save BJ Kincaid from the danger closing in on her?:
When she hit the wall of Brodie’s chest, he twisted and wrapped his body around her like a shield. The horrible impact knocked them both to the ground and they skidded several feet across the pavement. Brodie landed on top, knocking the wind from her lungs. She heard a crunch and a muffled "oof" and felt a burning along the side of her left leg and shoulder.
They came to a stop when they hit the grass at the curb. BJ lay stunned, smothered in the vise of Brodie's arms. When she could breathe again, she squirmed until she wedged a little space to free her hands. She snatched Brodie around the neck, burying her cheek against his collar.
"This is all my fault. I'm so sorry I got you involved in all this."
Brodie rolled onto his back, bringing BJ on top of him, holding her securely with one arm. His hand roamed up and down her back. "Are you hurt?"
The car speeding from the scene wouldn't register until later. At the moment, BJ could only revel in the warmth and strength of the man who held her.
"C'mon, honey, answer me."