“Our house,” she echoed softly, as if reminding herself. Brooks gave a small nod. “It’s worth saving. But it’s going to take work.” Daniel slipped an arm around Megan’s shoulders, drawing her close. “We can handle work,” he said, though his voice trembled with leftover adrenaline. Brooks’ radio crackled. Another agent called for her.
She took a step toward the ladder but glanced back with one last note of reassurance. “We’ll take it from here,” she said. “You two did exactly what you should’ve. And thanks to that—nothing got out of control.”