“I think it’s just a graze,” Shelby called over the baby’s cries.
Caleb stepped away from Liddy and Ollie to take a look. “I don’t see an entry wound. Yeah, I think it’s just a graze.”
“Sit down,” Shelby told Gray.
“Let’s move into the other room,” Caleb said.
Once they were all in the dining room, Gray sank onto a chair, feeling shakier than he’d like to admit.
Shelby took off her sweater and pressed it to his shoulder. “It’s bleeding a lot.” Her tone conveyed her worry.
“I’m fine, honey.”
Shadow brushed against his leg, whimpering. Gray offered him some comfort.
“They’ll be here in a few minutes.” Stanley approached, frowning at Gray’s shoulder. “You all right?”
“It’s just a scratch.” Gray’s gaze drifted around the room. “Everyone’s all right. Thank God. It could’ve been so much worse.”
Silence pervaded as shock settled in. Someone had shot at his home.Ollie could’ve been killed. Gray could’ve been killed. What kind of hatred was this that someone would do such an awful thing?
“He covered Ollie.” Caleb’s voice was loud in the sudden silence. All heads swung his way. But Caleb was staring at Gray, eyes wet. “You protected my son from that bullet.”
A shiver passed over Gray. That thought hadn’t occurred yet. It had all happened so fast. There hadn’t been time to think.
Tears trickled down Liddy’s face. “Thank you, Gray. I can’t even tell you—” Emotion prevented her from finishing the sentence.
Shelby squeezed his shoulder.
“I just did what anyone would’ve.”
“Thank you, Briggs.” Caleb blinked. “I won’t forget this.”
A siren wailed in the distance. They all stayed put until it was silenced. Red and blue flashed outside the home. Stanley went to the door and opened it. A moment later the cop appeared in the doorway, his gaze falling on Gray. He had the nerve to smirk.
Gray scowled at the sight of Mason Remington. “Are you the only cop in this godforsaken town?”
Chapter 41
Shelby didn’t want Gray to leave. It was after midnight and they were saying good night on her stoop. He’d insisted on following her home and refused to stay, fearing his presence would endanger her.
The paramedics had treated his wound at his house. The bullet took a nice chunk from his shoulder, but his arm was working okay. She couldn’t believe how close she’d come to losing him.
While the paramedics cleaned his wound, her dad and brother boarded up his windows with some plywood from his garage. She’d convinced him his home wasn’t safe so he was headed for the Lakeside Inn, which had clean, cozy rooms and interior entryways. But the nightmare they’d been through tonight made it hard to part ways with him.
Especially since Mason Remington was on the case. He’d feigned concern and acted determined to find the perpetrator. But she and Gray knew better. Surely the cop hadn’t been behind this crime. But then, he was just smug enough to believe he could get away with it.
Who would believe them though?
“Hey.” Gray smoothed a hand over her hair. “Stop worrying. Everyone’s fine.”
“For now. Someone’s going to great lengths to chase you out of town, Gray. Someone could’ve been killed tonight.”
“I don’t think that was the intention though. They were just trying to scare me off.”
“They shot at your house! You could’ve died.”
He took her chin in his hands. “It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.”
