“We need a big SUV. Maybe a trailer.”
“I’ll get what we need. Just drop me a pin. Fuck.”
“Done. He’s not in danger, but I need pain meds for him and a safe space to shift, okay?”
“Okay. So I’ll grab a little fifth wheel to bring him home.”
Race wanted to believe War meant he’d rent one, but he had a feeling the big bear meant he would buy one. Hey, I’ll just casually drop more than you pay in storage rent for a year to come get my brother…
Wild.
“We’ll be waiting. He’s stable. He’s not bleeding anymore. He’s sleeping but he needs to shift, and I can’t have him do that in a hotel room where any moment somebody could burst in.”
“We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
“I’m sure you will.” Race glanced at the sleeping form of Connal in the bed, checking to make sure he was breathing well, and that his color was good. “We’ll be waiting.”
War hung up on him, and Race really couldn’t blame him. He was seriously off his game. He’d bobbled the whole thing with his brother coming to him for help, and thank goodness Ryder had been there for that. Now he was screwing up this whole bunny rescue with Connal, who he’d been playing house with, or doing a mating dance with, or whatever, and now he’d gotten this bear shot.
This bear, who was his mate, but he wasn’t going to admit it even though he’d said it out loud. Thank God Con hadn’t been aware enough to understand what he was saying.
As if he understood what Race was thinking, Connal moaned and rolled to his good side, kicking his feet to get the covers off of them.
“I swear to God if you’ve gotten a fever, I’m going to kick your ass.” Race strode over to feel Connal’s forehead. Sure enough, Con was burning up.
“Goddamn it!” He knocked on the bunny’s door a moment later.
“Race?”
“Yeah, kiddo, it’s me. I need to see you a minute.”
The poor kid opened the adjoining door, nose twitching madly. “Is everything okay?”
“No. No, it’s not. My partner has been shot, and I’ve called in his brothers to come get us. I want to leave this adjoining door open and stay away from the windows while we wait, okay?”
“Okay. Do you want me to Door Dash you some Tylenol?”
He did not scream.
He did not.
He closed his eyes and breathed, but he didn’t scream.
“No. I can’t risk that. They’ll be looking for you.”
“Oh. Maybe there’s a first aid kit at the desk.”
“I have an emergency kit. I’ll give him something for his fever, okay? But I want access to you where I don’t have to bear out and kill a door.”
“No problem. I was just napping and watching the television. I missed that, you know? Watching TV and sitting.” Robbie’s nose twitched a little. “Do you want company?”
He didn’t really but that was not something he was going to say to Robbie because the kid had been through some shit, and it wasn’t nice to push him away. Robbie was asking if he could stay and keep Race company, not if Race reallywantedcompany.
“Sure. Find something on the tube. Something quiet.”
“Okay, you got it.”
They ended up with a soccer game, but Robbie kept the sound low. Race would bet bunnies were good at soccer.
