"A flesh wound. The bastard is a lousy shot..."
"Kiara?"
The icy voice stopped him cold.
"Unharmed. She was taking a walk, and I went to get her. I had my hands on her, just talking you see and he got off a shot."
"Has he been caught?"
The man was too calm, Eric thought, fear skittering along his spine. Way too calm.
"No. He stole a boat and..."
"I'm on my way. Let me talk to Kiara."
"I'm sorry as hell..."
"I need to talk to her. Now."
Sighing softly, he made his way upstairs and into the bedroom where the doctor was just packing up her bag.
"It's Oscar."
He handed her the phone as she reached for it silently.
"Hi. I'm fine, just a little shaken up. I..."
She glanced over at Eric.
"I just went for a walk. Oscar..."
She listened again and pursed her lips.
"All right. Fine."
She handed the phone back to Eric.
"Don't leave her bloody side. I should be there in six hours or less."
Before he could respond, his friend had hung up.
"He's pissed, understandably."
His smile was strained as he turned towards the doctor.
"How's she?"
"Not bad. She's supposed to stay in bed for the rest of the day."
"Got it. I'll walk you out."
"No need."
Shutting her bag, she headed for the door.
Passing a hand at the back of his neck, he turned to look at Kiara.
"You don't look the worse for wear."
