squared her shoulders. The last thing she was trying to do was impress him. “How’s it looking out there?”
“Not good. I think we might end up staying another—”
A knock at the door interrupted whatever he’d been about to say. Molly frowned at him in question before hurrying over to fling it open.
“Dr. McKinna?” A man, shrouded in a drab green raincoat, stood in the doorway, his head covered by the jacket’s hood. Even shadowed, and with water sluicing down his face, she thought she saw worry in his eyes.
“Yes. Is something wrong?”
“Sammi said she tried to reach you by phone and couldn’t get through, so she asked me to drive over and see if you were still here. There’s a man down over at the dockyard.” He braced himself against a gust of wind, and Molly had to hold the door to prevent it from being ripped from her hands. Blake came up behind her, the heat from his body warming her back.
“Hi, Mark,” he said, confirming his presence. “What’s going on?”
“The damn wind knocked a container sideways and it caught one of the workers in the leg. I was checking on a shipment for a customer and saw it happen. It’s bad, there’s bone showing through. I came to see if the doc here could take a look.” He glanced at her just as a growl of thunder rumbled through the atmosphere, bringing with it another blast of wind. Her fingers scrabbled to retain their hold of the door just as the man’s next words chilled her to the bone. “If there’s any way you can get the plane up, he needs to be transported out. The sooner, the better.”
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