the woman grabbed her son 's arm and pulled him slightly behind her . and , of course , there was an even more important consideration . i grumbled a curse and then sucked in a quick breath , holding it so i could listen to the rumble of engines that approached . it would be too easy to say the hell with it and fall into his waiting arms , as she had dreamed of so many nights alone in her room , but her wounds were still too raw . cant say its any better , but im fairly sure its different . 