Page 42 of Her Loving Hero

“I think he would want you to come to the hospital,” Gray coaxed.

“You do?”

“I do. Wyatt has told me how strong you are. Lady, you’ve impressed the hell out of him. I have no fucking idea where he is or what bullshit he’s in the middle of right now, that’s something I’ll sort out later. If you really want, Riya and I can go and be with Ben and you don’t need to be involved. Is that what you want? What you need?”

She panted out short breaths. Was that what she wanted?

“No, they came here. If Wyatt’s brother is hurt, I want to be there for him.”

Gray’s eyes warmed. He nodded. “Wyatt is right, you are impressive.”

“Let me get my purse,” she said. “But when I come back, I want you to tell me everything you do feel comfortable telling me.”

“You got it.”

* * *

“Stop the car!”

Carly lunged for the door handle as they passed a small shopping strip in near the harbor.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kane yelled. “You’re going to hurt yourself even worse than you already are.”

“We have to turn around.” She pressed her nose up against the limousine’s window and pointed. “That’s where we agreed to meet up after party. It’s an all-night coffee shop.”

“We need to get you to a hospital, Honey,” Wyatt said carefully. Carly was wound up tighter than an eight-day clock. He’d tried to get out the one shard of glass, but it was close to the artery under her arm, they needed the hospital like yesterday, and she needed to keep still.

“Let me out,” she screeched between gritted teeth. “I need to make sure they’re all right.”

Could she be more like her sister?

“Settle,” Kane growled. Carly swung wildly at him.

“Shut up Kane,” Wyatt glared at him. God, he had no sense at dealing with teenagers. “We’ll make sure they’re okay, if you promise not to move, okay?” Wyatt looked Carly in the eye.

She nodded. Her eyes pleaded with him. “You have to make sure they’re okay.”

Wyatt pushed a button and the privacy screen rolled down. “Turn back to the coffee shop,” he said to the driver.

The limousine made a turn. “Kane, you go with Carly to the hospital, and I’ll meet up with the Power Rangers.”

“The who?” Carly asked.

“Never mind.” Wyatt said. Her breathing was slowing down. “Just let me out here at the stoplight. Get her to the hospital, now.”

“Roger that,” Kane said.

Wyatt jumped out of the limo and ran to Gloria’s coffee shop that was lit up like a Christmas tree. He ran across the busy street, dodging and weaving cars and trucks and ignoring the horns and shouts. When he got into the parking lot, he got a lot of stares, it was then he realized he was still wearing his tux, and that one of the pockets was ripped off.

Wyatt yanked off his bowtie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. He would have ditched the jacket, but he still had the pistols that he needed to camouflage. He sauntered up to the entrance and pushed open the door. As he looked over the electric clientele, he realized he needn’t have worried about his appearance. Apparently, the all-night coffee shop in Muscat catered to all kinds, and he was barely a blip on the radar. However, even with that, beautiful twin girls certainly grabbed people’s attention.

They were hunched over a small table in the center of the café, sipping frothy drinks. It was obvious they were trying to avoid being chatted up, but it wasn’t working. At least three men were lined up. Wyatt still didn’t know who was who, but stained-shirt-twin was one pissed off teenager. She flipped back her hair as the potential suitor walked up.

“For the last time, we’re not interested,” she practically yelled.

He started speaking in French.

She turned to her sister, who started yelling at the man in French.