“Reagan’s… The bar … it fucking exploded.”
“What?” The growl that came out of me was pretty damn close to inhuman as I launched myself off the couch, my sleep-fogged brain working overtime to process the information.
Copenhagen shot up from his spot on the floor, his gaze steady on me.
“Yeah.Fuck.How fast can you get here?”Rhys was breathing hard.“Wolfe insisted I call you.Amy’s hurt, Reagan’s…”
“Reagan’swhat?”I yelled, snatching one boot as I tucked the phone against my ear.“Goddammit, Rhys!”
“She’s… Fuck.”
I was tugging on my other boot as I headed toward the door, my blood pounding in my ears.“Come on, Cope.Let’s go!”Without bothering to lock the door—I never did—I scaled the wooden porch and took off toward my truck at a dead run, phone still to my ear.
Cope jumped in ahead of me, shooting over to the passenger seat as I hopped in, stabbing my key into the ignition.
When Rhys had been silent too long for my peace of mind, I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself.“Where’s Reagan, Rhys?Is she okay?”
“I… I don’t know, man.She seems to be, but I don’t know.She said they were leavin’, but the doors were jammed up.And then the goddamn place exploded.Looks like someone shoved a metal pipe through the front door handles, making it nearly impossible to escape.”
I tore out of the dirt drive and onto the main road into town, the back end of my truck fishtailing.My heart was jackhammering in my chest.
“Reagan blasted them with her shotgun, managed to weaken the wood enough… Fuck.”
Hell yeah.That was my girl.
“An ambulance is on the way,” Rhys continued, his words rushed.“Just get here.”
“On my way,” I said, my voice louder than I intended for it to be.“Five minutes, max.”
The phone disconnected, and I automatically dialed my uncle’s number.
“This better be good,” the old man grumbled.
“Calvin?How fast can you get over to Reagan’s?”
My uncle groaned softly.“What’s wrong, boy?”
“Don’t know, but there’s been an explosion.Wolfe was there…” I exhaled roughly.“Don’t know more than that.Can you get over there?”
When the man spoke again, he sounded completely coherent.“Grabbin’ my boots and I’m on my way.”
“Thanks.”I didn’t know quite what I was thanking the man for, but I knew for a fact Calvin would be pissed if something happened to Wolfe and no one notified him.
With my due diligence done, I tossed my phone onto the dashboard, then gripped the wheel with both hands and put my foot to the floor.“Hold on, Cope.It’s gonna be a wild ride, buddy.”
I wasn’t sure I'd ever driven that fast.A couple of times I had to reach over and grab Copenhagen to keep him from being thrown into the backseat or the floorboard.By the time we made it to the bar—the fucking bar that was fully engulfed in flames—the place was in utter chaos.Cars and trucks lining the side of the road and the outer part of the parking lot, lights flashing from the emergency vehicles on site, people every-fucking-where.
“Stay,” I ordered Copenhagen, leaving the window down after parking on the side of the main road.
I shot out of the truck and ran toward the ambulance, my eyes scanning anyone and everyone.
The instant I caught sight of Reagan, my breath seized in my lungs.I stopped, skidding on the gravel and changing direction.She was sitting on the tailgate of Wolfe’s truck, the ambulance parked beside them.
“Reagan.”My voice was nothing more than gravel and dust.
Her wide eyes lifted to my face and I nearly fell to my knees.Somehow I kept myself upright, not stopping until I reached her.
“Lynx.”There were tears in her eyes, but it was clear she was holding them back.
