“Yes, ma’am.” She helped him hobble over and sit down on a nearby boulder, while Wes cut a slit up Jayson’s torn cargo pants to reveal a nasty bullet graze. “See, it’s not that bad.”
“It’s not that good, either.” She hated seeing his blood, knowing he’d been hurt. But, they’d been lucky and they’d survived.
“My head hurts worse.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s wrong with your head?”
“Bumped it.”
“On what?”
“The ground.” The wryness in his voice didn’t ease her worry.
“Oh, my God. How bad?” She circled around him, and when she parted his hair, he flinched. “You’re bleeding here, too. You could have a concussion.”
“I’ll check it out,” Wes assured her.
“Thank you.” She reached for Jayson’s hand with her uninjured one and threaded her fingers through his. “I need you to be okay,” she whispered. Fierce, yet frightened. If anything happened to him, she’d never get over it.
“I’m okay, Sunflower.” He gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. “Let me see your hand.”
Now that all the heart-stopping action was over, she’d noticed its dull throbbing again. Carefully extending it, she tried not to wince at how terrible it looked. Dried, crusty blood. Her index finger didn’t look bad at all, but her pinkie nail was completely gone.
He gently touched her wrist. “I’m so sorry he hurt you.”
“He can’t hurt any of us ever again,” she whispered.
“She’s right,” Brandon said. “The Ferrante empire is officially over.”
“Thank fuck.” Chaz looked over at Lex. “Christ Almighty, that was some incredible flying, Battle.” He slapped the pilot on his back as the others all expressed their praise.
“Not my best landing.” Lex gave them a sheepish grin. “But, on the bright side, I managed not to land on Jayson.”
“And I appreciate that, Battle,” Jayson responded. He turned his attention to Chaz. “Thanks for cutting me loose in time.”
“No problem.”
Wes wrapped Jayson’s leg then attended to Sabrina’s hand, cleaning and bandaging it. “It’ll be good as new before you know it.”
“Thank you.” She looked at each man on Jayson’s team, her chest tightening with gratitude. “Thank you so very much.”
It took less than ten little words to make six of the biggest, toughest, most alpha men she’d ever met blush. They were absolutely adorable, and she couldn’t have adored them more.
It had been a long-ass day, and the team decided to spend the night in Las Vegas and fly home early the next morning.
They chose a popular hotel with excellent security, and nowhere near The Starlight Hotel. Everyone went straight to their rooms to clean up and crash. Sabrina insisted on sharing a room with Jayson, and he’d gladly agreed.
They stripped out of their filthy, torn clothes, and Jayson pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. The feel of her naked body pressing eagerly against his was enough to make him crazy. Forcing himself to step away, he flipped the shower on, took her hand and led her beneath the edge of the spray.
“Careful not to get your hand wet,” he murmured.
“And you watch your leg and head.”
He chuckled. “We’re a mess.”
“A big, still breathing, beautiful mess,” she concluded. When he tried to release her hand, she caught it, pressing it to her chest. “When I was down in that bunker, strapped to the table—”
“Sabrina.” He hated hearing how she’d been hurt. Vulnerable. In the hands of a madman like Rocco Ferrante.
