I glance at Sawyer. “Any injuries?”
No, I’m fine.”
I inch up on my tippy toes and kiss his lips. “I’m so happy you guys are back. Sawyer, rest before you go back out there.”
He nods and runs upstairs.
“While I patch you up tell me what happened.”
“Harper, its Wolves business,” Dustin says.
I glance at Archer. “If we are a pack you can’t keep me in the dark.”
Silence.
“I don’t have to know everything. But give me something.”
“Dustin, bring Harper up to speed,” Archer says.
“Come on, little Omega, I’ll give you a crash course in the Wolves secret society.” His hand swats my ass on the way up the steps.
“Ouch.” I rub my stinging ass cheek.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot. Last time I took a bullet in my right arm,” he tells me as he grabs a bottle of whiskey off the dresser.
He sits on the toilet seat in his bathroom and uncaps the liquor. He takes two long swigs before sitting the bottle on the counter.
My brows raise. “You say it like its not a big thing.”
He opens the lower cabinet. I remove the first aid kit from under the sink. “What happened, Dustin?”
I help him peel off the grimy shirt. He winces when I pull his arm through his short sleeve.
“Sawyer and I were following the guy we found in the tunnel. Long story short we followed him to Doug Barclay’s yacht.”
My mouth drops open as he tells me what happened.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I clean the wound with alcohol.
“As Sawyer and I ran down the dock Doug fucking shot me. And I returned fire.”
Mid stitch, I stop and gasp. “Is he dead?”
“I don’t know. I pulled Sawyer into the water with me. We had to lay low. I’m happy the Thorne pack found us and not Doug’s men.”
“How did they find you guys?” I ask.
“We were hiding on someone’s yacht at the other end of the marina. They noticed drops of blood leading from the edge of the dock to the yacht.”
Once he’s bandaged up, he brushes his teeth.
“I need to get you into the shower, then to bed,” I tell him.
“Sure thing, Dr. Montclair,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“It’s Dr. Harper,” I joke.
I undress him gently, then shed my own clothes before guiding him into the shower.
