Page 86 of Rogue Mission
Eek.You can do this.
My mind clicks into analytical mode. Information from the anatomy classes I took coming back with force.
“The bullet tore through the outer edge of the deltoid muscle,” I say, unable to keep the tremble out of my voice.
“That’s not very much blood,” Justice says, peering down at the wound.
He’s right, it’s a graze. Just the outer layers of skin taken. But it’s still agunshotwound.
Ryker tosses a first-aid kit back to us. With practiced efficiency, Justice immediately finds a packet of gauze.
“I’ll clean it up later,” he promises.
“Let me hold pressure, you can lean back and relax.” My hand is tingling, worry making me shiver, as I rest my palm against the cut. “I’m guessing you won’t go to the hospital, even if I wanted you to.”
“No hospitals.” His hand covers mine, holding it there. “It’s not serious. I’ve gotten worse riding my bicycle when I was a kid.”
I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline, or the near catastrophe, but my eyes are blurry.
Blinking, I look away while keeping the pressure on his wound, his hand still over mine.
We’re okay.
We are okay.
He leans his head back against the seat, sighing. “Fuck, I’m glad that’s over. We are NEVER doing that again.”
“Never say never,” I tease, just because he’s going to look at me, and right now, even though I’m teary and emotional, I want those eyes on me more than anything else.
A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he turns his head to look at me. “You’re just provoking me.”
“You might be right,” I whisper.
His thumb makes a circle on my knuckles. “Great idea on the freezer, bought us a couple of minutes.”
I grin, but shake my head. “You’re the one who fought everyone.”
His free hand comes up, cupping my cheek. “We got the sample. We got out. And you were incredible.”
Tears burn behind my eyes, but I blink them back. “But they shot you. With a real bullet.”
“I promise, I’ve had worse.”
We sway as Ryker takes a turn and I brace my leg against the door. “That’s not comforting. Please tell me this doesn’t happen often.”
He chuckles tiredly. “I won’t tell you.”
I’m not sure how I’m going to survive being in love with this man.
That is if we make it out of this truck in one piece.
Ryker’s driving like a man possessed, weaving through traffic, putting distance between us and Westerly’s building.
“Wait!” I shoot upright. “We left the other vehicle.”
“We’ll get it later. It was more important to get out of there,” Justice says.
“What if…they find it?”
