“Will you wear a ring?”
“I can’t.”
“Oh.” Jackie dropped his gaze to his fingers.
“I could cut off a finger if I shift—shit! You could, too.”
Jackie hadn’t thought of that. “What about a ring on a necklace?”
“That might work if I can figure out how to rig it so it expands when we shift.”
“Tattoo?”
Boone glanced at him. “On our ring fingers?”
Jackie nodded.
“That might actually work.”
Jackie grinned.
He screamed a moment later when the back window shattered.
“Get down!” Boone shouted as the truck swerved.
Jackie dropped to the floorboards, pulling his knees up to his chest. He tried to stay quiet so Boone could concentrate, but when the truck swerved again and Boone started swearing, Jackie couldn’t hold his fear in anymore.
His scream of terror was cut off by an impact that shattered the windows and brought the truck to a sudden stop with a loud crunch. He cried out when his head slammed into the glove box. Pain stole his vision for a moment.
When everything came into focus, Jackie noticed the quiet first. He could hear steam hissing from the engine and some sort of ticking noise, but that was it.
“Boone?” Jackie tried to look up to see his mate, but the dashboard had been crushed in and he was pinned under it. He pushed at the dashboard, trying to get free. “Boone, I’m stuck. Boone?”
Jackie started to panic when Boone didn’t reply. Fear had a hold of him, stealing the air in his lungs and the wetness in his throat. “Boone! Answer me, damn it.”
“Stop yelling, baby. You’re making my head hurt.”
“Boone?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m stuck.”
Jackie’s heart jumped when he heard a metallic wrenching noise, and then suddenly he was free. His eyes rounded when he turned and found the seat ripped up.
Damn, his man was strong.
It took a little bit of maneuvering to squeeze out through the opening Boone had created. He couldn’t exactly sit on the seat because Boone had ripped it up, but he could sit on the center console.
Jackie sucked in a breath when he saw Boone. The man was pinned to his seat by a piece of metal sticking out through his shoulder. Well, that explained why he only pulled the seat up instead of ripping it away.
“Oh, Boone.”
Boone sent him a weak smile. “Hey, baby.”
“You’re hurt.”
Boone glanced down at the metal sticking out of his chest. “Yeah. I think it’s part of the doorframe.”
