After carefully lifting a blood-soaked bandage, Jenner inspected her wound. “I’m gonna need to stitch this. Let’s get her out of here. No telling if the perpetrator is close by.”
Ian mentally shook himself. He should have been making sure the bastards weren’t in the area. Jenner moved to pick her up, but that felt wrong. Something had him pushing the other man out of the way and slipping his hands beneath her to lift her into his arms. It was easy to do because she barely weighed a thing.
“I’ll follow you to your place,” Jenner murmured. “I’m assuming she doesn’t want to go to a hospital.”
Of course, she wouldn’t want a record of where she was, because she was good at keeping everything out of official records. Jenner was brand new to Dillon, being hired in the last six weeks. If he knew about Sam, that meant people had been gossiping. Dillon was getting as bad as Task Force Hawai’i.
“For now, let’s keep her at my place. If you think she needs more help, she’s going to the hospital whether she likes it or not.”
Jenner nodded, then took the forward position. It would be better if there was another person to keep an eye out behind them, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
It felt as if it took them three hours to make it to their cars, although Ian knew it had only been a few minutes. When they got to his car, he realized that it would be better if she rode in Jenner’s SUV.
“We’ll ride in your vehicle,” Ian said. “Take her.”
Ian hurried to the other side, ignoring the fact that her blood was all over him. He eased into the seat, then helped Jenner settle Sam in the back seat, her head in his lap.
Instead of hurrying to the driver’s seat, Jenner opened the back of his SUV, then pulled out some bandages. He tossed them at Ian.
“Apply pressure to the wound in her stomach. Blood has soaked through her bandage. Her neck is superficial.”
As Jenner climbed in, Ian rattled off his address and opened the bandaging. He did as Jenner told him and had to fight the bile that rose up. Fuck, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this sick. The idea that someone had attacked her would haunt him. Ian didn’t understand exactly why, but he needed her to be safe.
“Fucker,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Is that you or me?” Jenner asked.
“I have a feeling it’s for the person who hurt her.”
And that fucker was definitely going to pay. Ian would make sure of it.
Lila floated around, her body somewhat weightless. Why did she feel like this? It was like she was on a cloud, and she couldn’t concentrate on anything. The pain in her stomach seemed to have lessened, and she felt lighter.
“You have a concussion,” a voice said. It was British, deep, and growly. So sexy.
“Well, thank you,” he said.
She blinked her eyes open. The face above her was true male beauty, with a chiseled jaw and those amazing blue eyes. His hair looked like he had been shoving his hands through it.
“Ian.”
“At your service.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Thank you. No one ever came for me.”
“She needs to stay awake,” another male voice said. There was a bit of Boston in his accent.
She turned her head. Pain radiated through her entire body. “Fuck me.”
The other man leaned down. Damn, another hot guy. She didn’t know him. Green eyes that were the shade she’d seen in some stupid crystal and blonde hair. He looked a little bit like that superhero with the hammer.
“Boston,” she murmured.
His eyebrows rose up. “Not many people can hear that.”
“Then they’re dumb.”
He stepped aside and light seared her eyes.
