Then she pulled back and grinned at him from ear to ear. “And I won,” she told him, “because I have you in my life, butthead.”
Her somewhat affectionate term had him laughing even more.
He slowed down and started to put her down on the surface of the ring.
Someone shouted above the crowd and instead of Crois letting her go, he tightened his hold on her dropped them both down to the floor of the ring.
Ow.
When she realized that her head had hit the floor of the ring, she wasn’t angry.
Crois wouldn’t hurt her on purpose.
She knew that.
It was the next moment that she understood what was going on.
“Gun!” “Shit!” “Take her down!”
The crowd was going wild for another reason.
Someone had shot a gun in the warehouse.
And Crois had protected her.
Harmony lifted her hands and pushed on his shoulders. “I’m fine. You can get up.”
She would likely have a knot on the back of her head, but that was all.
“Harm…” his voice was thick. Heavy. “Give me a minute.”
Her mind slowed down then.
The same analytic brain she used on scene kicked into gear.
“Crois?”
Her hands moved over his chest and then around to his back.
She stopped short when her hands touched something slick and wet on his back.
It wasn’t sweat. She’d wiped enough sweat off his body between rounds.
She knew what it was without seeing it on her hands.
It was blood.
TWENTY
HARMONY
When the worldfinally slowed down and her mind found a moment to relax, Harmony was sitting in a waiting room chair at Cole Medical Center.
This wasn’t her normal place.
She brought people to the ER.
She dropped them off.
