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“Down!”Kane roared.
Only Ana didn’t have time to get down.He was already launching at her.Kane flew toward her.Their bodies collided even as she heard the fast explosion of gunfire.Blasting again and again.
Ana screamed.
Her window shattered.First one window, then another as gunfire slammed into the front of her house.The glass flew inward.
She was already on the floor, with Kane on top of her.The glass rained down around them even as the screech of tires shrieked in the night, and the vehicle squealed away.
She couldn’t move.Couldn’t breathe.Kane crushed her.Covered her completely.And he…
Her hand rose to press against his arm.“Kane?”Barely a breath of sound.
She knew she’d screamed his name before.
Her fingers slid down his arm.“I think they’re gone.”
Her fingers were wet.Ana’s heart raced even faster.
Her fingers were definitely wet.Wet and red.Red covered her fingertips.Red coming from Kane.Blood.
No, no, no.“Kane?”
His head lifted.His hands pressed into the floor on either side of her body as he levered himself up.“You are not hurt.”A statement, not a question.
She grabbed for him.
“You are not hurt,” he said again.Sharper.Harder.More determined.
“No, dammit, I’m not!”Because she’d had a giant bodyguard fling himself on top of her.Ana held up her blood-covered fingers.“But you are!”
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“This is bullshit.”Kane glowered at the doctor and the nurse who seemed intent on trying to admit him to the hospital.For cuts that were not nearly as bad as the ones he got while shaving.“I have scratches.I am not littered with bullet wounds.I don’t need to be kept in the exam room any longer, and there isno freaking wayyou are keeping me in this place for observation!Thanks, but no thanks.I am leaving in the next five minutes.”
Ana stomped in front of the doctor and nurse.“The hell you are,” she said flatly.Her little hands balled on her hips.“If they want you to stay, you are staying.”
At least she was wearing clothes again.When the first responders had rolled onto the scene, Ana had been wearing that sexy, little blue robe.One that had a tendency to gape and show too much of her pert breasts.He’d insisted she change before he would agree to get in the ambulance.
The ambulance.Kane snorted.Talk about another colossal waste of his time.He’d only gone on that ride because he’d wanted the EMTs to make absolutely certain that Ana hadn’t been hurt by the flying glass and damn bullets.If she’d had so much as a cut on her delicate skin, he probably would have lost his mind.
Luckily, Ana had been unharmed, and he’d been able to keep breathing.
“You have stitches,” the doctor stated from behind Ana.The woman sniffed.“Glass had lodged pretty deeply into your shoulder.”
He was aware.They’d been painstaking about the removal of the glass.If someone had just given him tweezers and a mirror, he would have ripped the shit out himself.Only no one had obliged when he’d made the request.Then they had taken their sweet time stitching him up.
“We needed stitches to close the largest wound,” the doctor added.And she sniffed again.
Bullshit.He hadn’t needed stitches.He’d had way worse wounds over the years.What he needed was to get out of that hospital.To get to Gray.To find out who the hell had littered Ana’s house with bullets.
As if he didn’t already know, though.
Logan Catalano.
“If you don’t listen to our orders,” the nurse announced with a definite arctic bite in his voice, “then you will just break open the stitches.”
Yeah, that was probably gonna happen.It had happened before with other injuries.It would happen again.He’d survive.
