Focused on inspecting his injury, Raegan attempted to free her hand.

“What's wrong with being outside?"

Mitchel quirked an eyebrow. “We've got spectators. Doesn't that bother you?"

Raegan blinked in confusion. "What?"

With a sly smile, Mitchel leaned closer, his tone teasing. "If you're really into it, we can find somewhere private once we're home. I will surely let you enjoy to the fullest."

Only then did Raegan realize what he referred. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, she retorted, "Who's interested in that? You're the one who is!"

"Yes, I am," Mitchel admitted nonchalantly. "But the rescue team will be here any moment."

The guards arranged by Mitchel had spotted them before they had fallen down. The sound of a helicopter buzzed in the distance, Likely coming their way.

Mitchel pinched Raegan's cheek gently, his voice low and husky. "I won't let others see my wife."

Raegan's face blushed a deep shade of red. She was done dealing with him.

Mitchel saw her frustrated look and felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He understood Raegan's concerns.

Each breath he took sent a sharp pain through his back, a harsh reminder of his injury. He didn't want Raegan to be worried, so he bore the pain silently.

He had to hold on until the helicopter arrived. Out here in the wilderness, he felt a constant unease.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Mitchel teased, "You know, a kiss from you might just be the cure I need."

Raegan's cheeks turned even redder, annoyed. "Enough with the jokes."

"I'm serious," Mitchel replied.

He leaned in, his hand gently caressing her cheek, smiling. “Ready to give it a shot, my little miracle cure?"

Raegan's ears turned bright red, and she pressed her lips together, visibly struggling.

Just then, the sound of a helicopter's engine filled the air above them.

Mitchel released her, murmuring, "You owe me one."