Tack filled my vision. I held my breath at the look in his eyes. Yes, very dangerous hot guy. “I underestimated the situation. This is my fuckup. We’ll get them, chestnut, then we’ll get them,” his gravelly voice promised. I held his eyes, and my voice vibrated when I whispered, “Yes. Please. Get them.” I understood him. He understood me. He nodded. Then he was gone.