Page 44 of Her Loving Hero

Twenty minutes out of the city, Petra had him turning down a long drive. Wyatt hit his brights. Before he jumped out of the bushes on the left, Wyatt could see the white shirt that Chris had been wearing. He slowed the car and Chris jumped into the road and waved. He ran up to the window.

“I’m glad I was able to stop you before you passed me,” Chris breathed heavily as Wyatt slid down the driver’s side window.

“Yeah, I would have hated to miss you,” Wyatt said sarcastically.

“What are you doing driving the car? Where’s Carly?”

“How’d you get here?” Petra asked.

“Did anyone try to stop you?” Mercedes asked.

“Quiet you two, let Scott answer my questions.” It took Wyatt a second to realize he was talking about him.

“Carly’s in the hospital with my boss. She got cut up when that table went flying. She needs stitches. I’m going back there once I drop off your sisters.”

“I’m going with you.” Chris yanked open the back door and the passenger seat door. “Out. Now.” His voice cut through the night as he commanded his sisters who stayed planted.

Wyatt smothered a grin. Alpha much?

“You all need to get your asses home,” Wyatt said easily. Teenagers.

“If you’re going to the hospital, then we’re going too.” Mercedes crossed her arms.

“Yeah, what she said,” Petra nodded.

“Wonder Twins, Get. Out.” Chris yelled. “This shit is important. I’ll tell you about Carly, but I need to tell these guys about the information I got from the party.”

Wyatt looked over at the kid. “What are you talking about?”

Chris pulled out a phone from his back pocket. It was broken.

“I’m sure it has good stuff on it.” Chris said. The girls started talking again. He turned on them. “Seriously, you gotta help me out. Provide cover for me with Mom and Dad.”

Wyatt looked at the phone dubiously. “What did you record on your phone before it broke?” he asked.

Chris gave him a shit-eating grin. “That’s the thing. This isn’t my phone. I got this off of the guy who was stepping on that fat guy’s neck.”

Wyatt looked at him incredulously. Holy shit. This might actually have the video they needed to prove that the two al-Qaeda leaders were alive.

“Girls, out of the car,” yanked his thumb at them. “Chris, get in.”

He watched as the girls reluctantly vacated the car. “Get a move on,” Chris said, which just earned him twin glares.

As soon as he got into the passenger seat he buckled up and hit the dashboard. “Let’s go.”

“Not until we make sure they’ve made it safely into the house.”

“Good point,” Chris reluctantly agreed. Chris rolled down his window and stuck his head out the window. “Get a move on, we’ve got to get to the hospital. Faster,” he hissed.

One of the twins shot him the bird, then they ran up to the house, and walked over to the far side of the mansion where a small window was located. It obviously went to the basement. One of them slid it opened and they both climbed in.

“Let’s move,” Chris said.

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Wyatt eyed Lilliana Hoag.She was a middle-aged beauty, who had admitted to being fast asleep when notified that her daughter had been injured in a car wreck. She said she’d rushed right over to the hospital. Wyatt couldn’t help but notice that her hair looked pretty damn good, she had a layer of make-up on and she was wearing pantyhose.

He thought back to his own mother wrangling four boys before her disease became overwhelming. She’d hardly ever worn make-up and you could be damn sure if she’d been called to the hospital in the middle of the night she would have shown up in her pajamas.