Chandler waved his hands. “Time out, Griff. I saw him,too.”
“At least he didn't knock you out,” I said with the beginnings of a snarl. Griffin’s attitude needed adjusting. I reined it back a little. “He knocked me out.” I was seriously having a shitweek.
Griffin's jaw dropped. “You saw him?” he asked as he jumpedup.
We'd rocked hisworld.
“Yes.” Chandler puffed up proudly. “Linda shot athim.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, andmissed.”
Griffin had a new light in his eyes. “You shothim?”
Wasn't he listening? “No, I said Imissed.”
“Where'd you get a gun?” heasked.
“Stop asking questions. I'll explain it all.” Maybe I was being snarky, but damn he needed to snap out of it. “Luck was with me today. I had my backpack in the SUV last night when I slept inthere.”
“You had a gun in your backpack?” Ellion said from behind me as he gently lifted my hair to examine my scalp. “The skin isn't broken, and there’s a lump. That's a goodsign.”
I already knew that but I didn't want to rain on his worry-parade. He was freaking cute with his mother-hensyndrome.
“Come sit and tell me what the hell is going on and where the hell Hunter is,” Griffin commanded. He sat on the couch and watched meexpectantly.
“Hunter is in the barn, if your secure doors have held. And assuming he's not crazy enough to try going out into the still raging storm.” My lower back had begun to hurt, I guessed from the awkward position I'd slept in while knocked out. My shoulders ached as well. Hell, everything hurt. I needed another long bath and a vat of ibuprofen. I walked around and sat gingerly on the sofa before launching into a long-winded explanation of the hours I'd spent in thebarn.
Griffin's eyebrows were in danger of lowering to the point of obscuring his vision while Ellion's were in danger of vacating his forehead. By the time I’d finished, helped a bit by Chandler, I was pretty sure Ellion was going to have a heart attack and Griffin would burst into flames ofrage.
“So now he's loose in the barn, God knows where, and we’rehere.”
Griffin stood and stomped toward the library. “I'll kill him with my bare hands,” he said with asnarl.
“Griffin, wait,” I cried. “He could be anywhere in there. He'll shoot you.” I jumped up, pain forgotten, and ran after him. Why did I care so much that the stubborn man wanted to walk into hisdeath?
I had to at least try to talk some sense into him, though. He moved so fast with his long legs that by the time I reached the hallway, he was disappearing into a room I hadn't been in before. I followed him in without asking permission and found myself smack dab in hisbedroom.
I looked around with wide eyes. It was beautiful. The four-poster bed was dark mahogany. The carpet was a plush gray. The walls were painted a deeper gray than the carpet and had mahogany framed prints of Andee. On his bedside table was an eight-by-ten picture of Amanda holding Andee. It was facing his bed. He must've stared at it when he went to sleep everynight.
“So, you're not rushing straight to the barn to attack Hunter?” Iasked.
“I'm not an idiot,” he replied from inside his closet. He came back out with an honest-to-God bulletproof vest on and night vision goggles. “I'll get thebastard.”
“You got any more of that stuff?” I nodded to the tactical gear. I'd be damned if he went inalone.
“Not for you.” He scowled atme.
“Then I guess I'll go in blind,” I exclaimed, the part of my brain responsible for making bad decisions firmly in controlagain.
He rolled his eyes. “You'll wait here. You've blundered into enough messes this week. Leave this to theprofessionals.”
“Professional! You're a CEO of a company. What do you know about gunfights?” The idiot. He needed a kick in theass.
“You're a nurse who can't drive,” he fired back at me. “What do you know aboutthem?”
I glowered at him before turning to run out of the room. I intended to go to the library, but Ellion stopped me outside Griffin'sbedroom.
“Where are you going?” heasked.
