“Move!”
Everything happened in slow motion.
Grant looked to his left—her right—as he continued sprinting toward her. Brynnon followed his gaze, a wave of terror crashing over her as she realized the noise she’d heard was a car. And it was coming straight for her.
Frozen with fear, she looked back at Grant, who’d made it just past the middle of the street. He was waving his arm and screaming for her to get out of the way. With determination etched all over his face, he threw his arms open and jumped.
Grant’s rock-solid body slammed into hers just as a red blur sped past, taking the post holding the mailboxes out in the process. The force of the tackle sent Brynnon flying backward, her head slamming hard against her neighbor’s front lawn. White stars flashed behind her eyes before everything began to fade away.
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Chapter 10
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“Ouch!”
Grant repositioned the towel full of ice against the back of Brynnon’s head as gently as he could, thankful as fuck she couldn’t see the way his hand still shook. “Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Her fingers brushed his as she took over the job of keeping the makeshift ice pack in place.
Confident she had a good hold, Grant positioned the kitchen chair next to Brynnon so it faced her and sat down. Nearly knee-to-knee, he stared into her eyes. For what felt like the millionth time since they’d come inside, he checked for the slightest change in her pupils or any other sign of a concussion.
“You don’t have to keep checking. I told you I’m fine.”
I’m not.“I’ve seen concussions go sideways fast. They’re not something to dick around with.”
She worried her bottom lip before asking him, “That car...that was no accident, was it?”
“No.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t.”
The terrifying scene ran through his head again. He’d been sitting in the truck, talking to D about Charles Miller—or whatever the fuck the man’s name was—when he heard the rev of an engine. With an uneasy feeling in his gut, Grant had told D he’d call him back and got out of the truck just in time to see the small, burgundy car pull away from the curb where it had been parked and head in their direction.
His heart damn near stopped as it sped up and swerved over the center of the road. Putting Brynnon directly in its path.
He’d immediately started running for her, screaming to get the hell out of the way, afraid he was already too late.
