Chapter Twenty
An hour laterJedidiah was still sitting on the floor in front of her door. There didn’t seem to be any point in moving. Someone banged on the door. Banged again when she didn’t answer.
“Jedidiah! Let me in!”
Damaris. Oh, shit, what was her sister doing here? She didn’t want to see anyone. Didn’t want to talk to anyone. She wanted to be alone in her misery. “I’m busy. Go away.”
“I’m not leaving. Are you going to let me in?”
“No.”
Jedidiah heard a rattling. The lock turned and then Damaris was pushing on the door. “Get out of the way,” Damaris said. Jedidiah was so shocked she scrambled up and her sister came in, slamming the door behind her.
“Good thing I haven’t given back this key yet.”
“I can’t believe you broke into my apartment.”
“I didn’t. I had a key,” she said, holding it up. “Nate forgot he had it.”
“Give it to me.” She held out her hand.
“Thanks but I’ll keep it with me until after we talk.” She settled herself on the couch. “What is wrong? Trevor called me and told me to get over here. He wouldn’t tell me why. Said you’d explain it. And he said you needed me even if you were too stubborn to admit it.”
“Damn him. Why can’t he leave me alone?” She sank down on the couch.
“What happened?”
“Have you seen the news?”
“No. I’ve been with the horses all day. Why?”
“Trevor was caught up in a shooting.”
“What?”
“Trevor and his bike club were in a shooting today. They were escorting a little boy to the courthouse in Johnson City and a man got up on the roof and started shooting at them.”
Damaris stared at her with her mouth open. “Was Trevor hurt? Was anyone else hurt? He just called me a while ago and didn’t say anything about being hurt or in a shooting or anything else.”
“No, he’s fine. A couple of other people were shot but they’ll be okay. Adam Wells, you know he’s a Whiskey River cop, he was one of the people who was shot. But they said he’d be okay too.”
“Thank God no one died. It’s bad enough as it is. Did they catch the gunman?”
“Yes.” Jedidiah clenched her fist, then told her sister what Trevor had said about the event.
When she finished Damaris said, “Thank God Trevor and his friend caught the guy. It sounds like he’d have gotten clean away.”
“They shouldn’t have been anywhere near the bastard. Trevor could have been hurt. Or killed. But no, he had to be the hero.”
Damaris looked puzzled. “What’s wrong with being a hero? You should be proud of him.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right, I don’t. Why don’t you explain it to me?”
She’d have to tell her sister the rest of the story. The rest ofherstory. “I swore to myself I wouldn’t get involved with another hero. Trevor was supposed to be safe. Not a risk-taker. I thought he was safe but I was stupid. I should have known.”
“Hold on.Anotherhero?”
