He grunted.
She was tempted to pull down the visor and check out the damage, but she didn’t want to make him feel even worse. “I can’t wait to take a hot shower and wash my hair.”
“Food’s number one on my priority list.”
“I wouldn’t turn down a cup of coffee either.”
“Amen.”
They rounded the lake and entered town, getting stopped at the only two stoplights in town. Grace checked her phone. There was finally enough battery power to turn it on. But by the time the phone was powered up, they were pulling into a slot in front of the inn. Home. Grace could’ve broken out into the “Hallelujah” chorus.
“I’ll get the gear.” Wyatt slid from the car.
Grace opened her door, got out, and groaned. Her muscles seemed to have seized up during the short ride.
She hobbled toward the back of the car, her phone buzzing in herhand, all the downloads coming in at once. Multiple texts and voice mails. Molly. She should probably go straight inside and—
From the corner of her eye a flash of blue caught her attention. Levi, barreling toward Wyatt.
The trunk shut with a slam, revealing Wyatt loaded down with gear.
Grace opened her mouth, a scream caught in her throat.
Levi’s fist flew.
Wyatt stumbled backward.
“Levi!” Grace jumped between them, strong-arming Levi.
Her brother pressed in hard, towering over her, glaring at Wyatt. “Get out of the way, Grace!”
“Stop it, Levi! What are you doing?”
Wyatt bristled behind her. The packs hit the ground with athump. “Step aside,” he told her in a low growl.
Levi’s face was red, a scowl pulling his brows tight. “What did he do to you? Did he hit you?” His eyes burned into Wyatt.
“No! Stop this right now. Levi! The bridge was flooded. We had to go around. Now back off, dufus, before he lays you flat on your butt!”
“And that shiner you’re sporting? How’d you get that, huh? You run into a tree?”
“It was an accident. Step back, Levi!” She gave him a hard shove, but he hardly budged.
“And the limp? Was that an accident too?”
Grace leveled a glare at him. “I’ve slept on the ground for two nights, genius. Step. Back.”
Levi’s shoulders gave two more heaves before he lowered his gaze to Grace. Maybe he finally realized he’d made her honking mad, because he took one slow step back.
She exhaled and turned to Wyatt. His jaw was already meaty red, and his face was like stone as he glowered at Levi. Two days’ scruffhad given him a dangerous look. But neither of those things worried her half as much as the feral gleam in his eyes. Or the way he was braced, one foot forward, as if poised to strike.
“You okay?” Grace put a hand on his chest. Touched his jaw. “Wyatt. Look at me.”
Long seconds later he dropped his gaze to Grace.
“You all right? Nothing broken?”
Some of the fire left his eyes.
