But…Dom was dragging beside her. Her caveman was hurt. She had to get him to help somewhere. Fast.
“We need to get out of here. Because anyone who knows a damned thing aboutme,knows aboutyou.”
Well, he had a point about that. Anyone connected to the TSP—good or bad—knew aboutthemtoo. She got him into her car. “I’m taking you to FCGH. Then…I’ll call the chief.”
Dom just nodded.
He didn’t argue once.
Dom just agreeing with her—that told her exactly what she needed to know.
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She could seethe lights of her mother’s hospital ahead. Dom…wasn’t talking to her right now. At least, not in full sentences. He was hurt and being stubborn. He was probably thinking he was protecting her from the reality of their situation or something.
Her caveman did think like that.
“No. Not here.” His words actually made her jump.
“Why? We know people there. People who could help.”
Then she saw what he meant. Six TSP patrol cars were in the parking lot. Blocking the entrance to the emergency room. And there were road officers there—that shedid notrecognize. Nope. Not going to happen.
Never in her life would she have ever imagined a time when the sight of so many TSP cars would fill her with dread instead of hope.
Madison turned her car away, and drove by the entrance.
County Gen was just up the road, and while she did know the owner of that hospital, too—it was Nikkie Jean’s rather attractive older brother and their father, too—she didn’t know anyone else there. And with a gunshot wound, the physicianswould have to report it. Bringing the same kind of trouble. There were TSP patrol units out everywhere tonight.
She needed to get him somewhereawayfrom the TSP completely. Like…another jurisdiction or someplace like that. Or…maybe to someone with a private plane—or three—that could fly them out to someplace far away from here. Which—she did know someone with his own private jet.
She’d kissed three of his cousins—at different times—after all.
Madison turned her car south. She really didn’t see another option.
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His arm stung like a bitch.But he’d live. He was just tired. Adrenaline was waning. Madison was panicking even if she wasn’t letting it show. He knew her well, after all. “Bleeding is slowing.”
“How bad is it?”
“Minor.” Hell, even if it wasn’t, he wasn’t going to tell her that until he had to. He wanted her safe first. “Turn here.”
“I know the way to Mel’s.”
She argued everything with him and probably always would. Hell, Dom adored her.
“There is a first aid kit beneath your seat. I keep it in here…since Hope.”
Dom just grunted and grabbed for it. “I think the bleeding has just about stopped. Might be glass in it, though.”
They said very little until she let out a word her mother would chastise her for. Dom looked.
Two TSP patrol cars were coming up fast behind them. He hadn’t forgotten what those trucks had looked like. And damn it—there wasn’t a TSP road officer out there he trusted now.
Especially withher.
“Take a left here,” Dom said. He saw even more. The squad cars had slowed down.
