“You, too—ahh—” My leg cramped hard, and I started to go down. My hands shot out, prepared for a cement landing when an arm hooked around my waist and hauled me back so forcefully both my feet lifted off the ground. Even though lanky was the first word that came to mind, Ranger was surprisingly strong. Unexpectedly. He’d picked me up and steadied me like I weighed no more than a doll. “Are you alright, Sydney?” Ranger panted, his warm, heavy breaths brushing my ear. “What’s wrong?”
