Page 52 of Fit to Be Tied


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"I'm sorry."

Terry smiled. "I know."

"He…he wanted me to sleep with you and…and get pictures, but I couldn't…I just…"

Terry patted Will's hand. "It wouldn't have worked anyway. I'm dating someone, remember?"

Will gave a curt nod. "You told me."

"Who did this, Will?" Terry asked. "Who hurt you?"

Terry was surprised when Will's eyes widened even more and filled with tears. "I can't. He'll kill me. He said he would if I ever told anyone about him."

"I won't let him." When Will just stared, Terry chuckled. "You remember that boyfriend?"

Will nodded.

"He's a DEA agent."

Terry dropped Will's hand and jumped back when the man began to scream again, hitting out at him. He didn't know what in the hell had happened. Was it something he said?

"Terry," Sammy said. "You need to leave the room. We have to prepare Will for surgery."

Terry nodded and started for the door. "Can you keep me updated on his condition?" He knew the man had been shot, but he was alive, so he had a chance.

"As much as I can."

Terry's heart felt heavy as he stepped back into the hallway. Eddie was right there, leaning up against the wall.

"He gonna be okay?" Eddie nodded his head toward the exam room.

"I hope so. He's really had it rough. It would be nice if something good came his way."

Eddie frowned. "I thought that was the guy who accused you of sexual harassment."

Terry sighed. He knew that wouldn't be kept quiet. "It is."

"Then why do you care?"

"Because he didn't mean it." Terry was honest enough with himself to admit his earlier anger at Will was misplaced. "As Hector pointed out to me earlier, I need to aim my anger at the person really doing this, not another victim of this jackass."

"And just who is doing this?"

"I don't know."

A sad, resigned voice spoke from behind Terry. "I do."

Terry spun. "Dan."

The man's arms were open and waiting for him when he lunged. "You're okay."

"I said I would be, didn't I?"

Terry leaned back and looked up at Dan. His words said he was fine, but the wobble in his voice and the wrinkles on his forehead said he wasn't. "What happened?"

"It's over."

"You caught the shooter?"