Logan's blood ran cold. "Jean!"
His voice ripped through the roar of rain. But Jean, lost in her storm of thoughts, didn't move.
The branch cracked, the lamppost groaned louder. The metal surrenders to the weight of wet wood.
Without thinking, Logan surged forward, water splashing around his shoes, the world narrowing to just her and the falling shadow. "Jean, move!"
But she didn't hear.
In the second before disaster, Logan's arm wrapped around her waist. The lamppost creaked above, beginning its fatal fall…
And he yanked her back against his chest, spinning them both away.
The heavy metal crashed onto the pavement with a deafening clang, sending shards of broken glass and water spraying across the driveway.
Rain poured harder, hammering their skin. Logan's chest heaved, his breath ragged. Jean stood pressed against him, her heart thundering as wildly as the sky.
