Tears pricked Brigid’s eyes. Safe. Wolfe would have a car, and they could get out of there. First one boat, and then several, had started searching the bay and areas along the beach. She and Raider had ducked under too many times to count, and she had started losing hope they’d ever reach shore. “It’s good to see you, Wolfe.” She turned on her side and coughed out sea water.

“You too.” Wolfe grasped Raider’s arm and hauled him up. The soldier’s dark hair, clothing, and even boots blended right into the night. “Where you shot?”

“Hip,” Raider said. “I can walk.”

Wolfe leaned down and plucked Brigid right off the sand. “Okay. Follow me.” He was warm and hard, and she wanted to snuggle into his chest, but it didn’t seem right. Her body was pretty much a limp noodle at this point, and she didn’t have any fight left in her. Not right now.

They reached a nondescript silver car, and Wolfe gently placed her in the back seat. No light came on when he opened the door. “I don’t have a blanket.” Without missing a beat, he ripped off his huge T-shirt and handed it over. “Do you need help?”

“No.” She shivered violently and tried to reach for the shirt, but her fingers refused to work.

The front passenger-side door opened, and Raider fell into the car with a loud groan.

Wolfe studied her for a moment. “Okay. We’re on the same team.” Without giving her a chance to protest, he pulled her sopping wet shirt over her head and pulled his down to cover her. Warmth and dryness surrounded her, and she wanted to whimper. Until he pushed her back and tore off the yoga pants, underwear, and thick socks.

“Wolfe,” she protested.

“It’s dark, and I’m not looking.” He tossed the wet clothing on the floor and shut the door.

She curled into the dry shirt, huddling to warm up.

Wolfe slid into the driver’s seat and took off, somehow seeing the road in the darkness. He flicked a button, and blessed heat began to fill the car. “We’ll keep the lights off until we’re in town,” he said. “I have two motel rooms on the other side of town ready for you in case we need to sew one or both of you up.” He lifted his head, probably to look in the rearview mirror. “You cut anywhere, Bridge?”