Page 59 of Meant for Two

“I don’t know. They knocked Carl out, so he can’t say if they left or not. The sheriff’s department is on its way to you. Just stay put.”

“Okay, but where are you?” she asked, sounding slightly calmer.

“Zane and I are driving Carl to the hospital to get him checked out. I’m sure he’ll be okay though.”

She blew out an audible breath. “I’m glad, but I’m scared, Jeff.”

“I know. We will figure out what’s happening. I promise.” Blair was trying to put up a brave front, but Jeff could hear her fear. “As soon as we know that Carl is okay, we’ll come back for you. You and Avery need to stay put until we get there, okay?”

“Okay.”

Knowing that she’d be safe, Jeff concentrated on making certain that Carl was stable for when they arrived at the Weston’s home. From how Carl described things, it appeared as if he was tasered. Most likely that was to prevent him from shooting the intruders.

Jeff gave Zane directions to Dr. Weston’s home. When Zane neared the house, Jeff spotted Malia’s car in the driveway and let out a breath.

As soon as he and Zane got out of the car, the front door opened and Malia rushed out. “David will be here any minute. Let me help.”

Between the three of them, they managed to escort Carl into the back room.

“I never knew about this place,” he said as his eyelids fluttered.

“Let’s hope you never need it again,” Jeff said.

“Get him on the table,” Malia said. “Then help me get his shirt off.”

Zane helped Carl sit up a bit, while Jeff removed Carl’s uniform, trying not to move him too much. The door to the exam room opened and David Weston rushed in.

“Someone’s in need of bullet extraction?” He walked over to Carl. “Hi, I’m Dr. Weston, and I’ll fix you up in no time.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Then Carl laid back on the table.

“Malia, prep him for surgery.” David turned to Zane and him. “There’s no need for you two to stick around. When I’m finished, and once Carl is stable, I’ll drive him home.”

For a werewolf, that meant he could walk out of there on his own. “Thanks. I promised Blair that we’d return for her.”

“Blair?” David asked.

Jeff would have thought the entire family—including the extended family—would know all about his mate by now. “Blair Gibson works for Dad. She’s my mate.”

“And mine too,” Zane added.

“Sweet. Go on and find the bastards who shot Carl,” David said. “I have work to do. And keep your mate safe.”

As much as Jeff wanted to wait to make sure that Carl would be fine, Jeff needed to see Blair. He also knew that Malia would make sure Carl was in good shape before leaving.

Jeff jumped into the passenger seat. “Why in the hell would they break into the Development in broad daylight?” Jeff asked, knowing full well that Zane wouldn’t know any more than he would.

“Didn’t you say the extra guards would be added for the evening shift?” Zane asked.

“Yes, but how would anyone know that? Unless…”

“Don’t even think it,” Zane said. “There is no way this is an inside job. All the men working for your dad—and us—have been thoroughly vetted.”

“You’re right, which is why I’m just worried that whoever did this knows about Blair.”

Zane glanced over at him. “Because she was run off the road by someone in a blue vehicle, and a blue vehicle rammed the gate?”

“Yes,” Jeff said. “We can’t dismiss the possibility.”

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