Gas started filling the building as they crossed the floor, and he pushed harder.
Connal made this incredible noise, and the sound of a gunshot rang out loud. Then Con was rushing up behind him and the bunny, picking them up in one giant, furry foreleg and gallumphing outside.
Connal grunted and ran, the big body hurtling toward his bike.
He grunted when Con plopped him and the bunny down.Go! I’ll be right behind you!The mental growl made his head throb.
Are you all right?
JUST GO!Connal roared.
He went. They didn’t have time to argue. The building might just go up in flames if the gas went up in there, which he was surprised it hadn’t when the gun had gone off. He got the bunny on the bike, then kicked it into life, squealing out of the area as quickly as he could.
He hoped that Connal would be right behind him.
Chapter
Three
Connal’s shoulder burned like fire, and he could feel the blood dripping down his arm and sliding over the handlebar of his bike. He felt like that whole set-up had been a trap to get to Race, which he hated with a fiery burning passion that matched the burning in his arm.
Should he go back to the hotel? Would he be better off trying to draw away anyone tailing them?
Where are you? Do you need me? I know you’re hurt. I have a field first aid kit.
I’m on the road. Are you and the bunny safe? I don’t want to bring anyone to you.
We’re solid. Come here. I need to see you.
Okay. I’m on my way.He would take a longer route, but he was losing blood and starting to get a little lightheaded.
Hold it together, Bear! I will kick your ass.
I’m doing my best.He had to stop talking then, singing to himself so he could keep upright, eyes on the road. The bike was unfamiliar to him, and the entire world swam, so he fought to stay straight up and down.
When he pulled into the hotel, he staggered off the bike, barely keeping it from crashing to the ground. He blinked, trying to remember what room.
A strong shoulder propped him up. “Come on, Bear. Move it.”
Race?He couldn’t make his mouth move, and he felt very, very muzzy-headed.
“Yes. Walk. Now. I can help, but you need to get in.”
“In.”In, in, in. He could do it. Connal had to work hard to keep his feet from tangling up, but he did it, his body sagging a little more with each step.
“In, mate. I have you. Don’t stress. I’ll fix it.”
His brain thought there was something important there, but it wasn’t getting enough oxygen, so he couldn’t figure out what it was. “I think I may be bleeding a little.”
“You think? Good deal.”
“You’re so mean to me,” Connal teased. Well, he thought he was teasing. “I don’t feel great.”
“No. You’ve been shot. If we have to, we’ll call your brothers to pick us up.”
That was the last thing they needed. Warrick nagged about things like blood loss.
“We can do this. I heal fast. Just get me inside.” Connal hated being the fuck-up his brothers thought he was.
