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CHAPTER 12

She kept busy, doing whatever Houston needed her to do to keep him on air and keep information coming. She could see his worry in his hazel eyes whenever he repeated bulletins about the TSP. They had heard…people had died at the TSP. And no one knew where his sister was. Still.

Dwight kept watching her, but she was determined. He wasn’t going to upset her again tonight. She’d just stay away from him and then when the storm was over, she and her dad would deal with him appropriately.

She wasn’t going to live her life afraid of him. She wasn’t. Of course, that didn’t mean she was going to be stupid, either.

She pillowed her head on her arms. The table wasn’t the most comfortable place she’d ever been, but she was so tired. She was so tired…

Houston pulled the headphones off his head. “Snuggle up here, take a nap. We’ll get out of here as soon as we can. I promise.”

Brooke just nodded. Then, before she even realized what was going on, he was wrapping the zippered hoodie he kept on the back of his chair around her shoulders. “Rest, I’ll wake you when you’re needed again, honey.”

The sweatshirt’s warmth enveloped her. She could smell the warm, clean scent of him clinging to the sweatshirt.

Brooke’s eyes drifted closed, and she finally let herself go…