of his head. “Now I’m all turned around.”
“Go to your two o’clock and straight ahead,” she suggested.
“Walk me into the wall and I’ll trade you in on a guide dog,” he warned.
“Two jokes in one day. That qualifies as a stand-up routine.”
“Get to work, Holly,” he ordered with a backward wave. “One of us needs to be earning our pay.”
“Slave driver.”
She clicked the keys, pretending to be busy as she watched him make his way to the open door.
He veered a tad off course and touched the wall, then slid his hands along it in both directions until he found the door frame.
Her fingers continued making noise on the keyboard. A tear leaked out and she quickly dashed it away.
What if his blindness became permanent? She wanted so much to hold him, to protect him, but he would never accept that. Not now. He would see any offer she made as pity.
The awful thing was, she did feel sorry for him and couldn’t deny that she did. She knew how she would hate it if he, or anyone else, ever felt that way about her.
Damn, she almost wished she were the one out there running down leads, and someone else had been assigned to watch Will’s back.
She didn’t really mean that, Holly admitted as soon as she thought it. She couldn’t be anywhere right now but exactly where she was. Even if Jack relieved her and ordered her to go, she couldn’t leave Will in anyone else’s care.
With a heavy sigh and a heavier heart, she turned to the computer and began scanning faces for the features of his would-be assassin.
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