Page 43 of Two Times the Mountain Men
“You saved us all, baby. You did.”
I smiled, despite the soreness of my chafed lips and surrounding skin. “Guess that means you owe me one.”
He chuckled. “I guess that means I do.” There was something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen there before. Was that affection or was it just my imagination? I had hit my head numerous times tonight; I most likely had a concussion.
“How’s our little hero doing?” I turned my head and looked toward the doorway to see Tyler standing there. He was covered in blood, but I choose to ignore that fact.
“Not sure if I’m a hero, but I’m okay. Tired and my head hurts.”
He chuckled as he entered the door and came to perch on the nightstand. “You’ve got quite the shiner going on and a couple of mean-looking bruises, so I don’t doubt it. Would you like some aspirin?
“That would be nice. What happened to the bad guys?”
Tyler laughed. “They’re no longer an issue.”
“Are they dead?” I needed to know.
Tyler and Brock shared a look.
“I’m not a child. Are they dead?”
“They’ll never hurt another person again,” Tyler assured me.
Closing my eyes, I nodded. “Good. I’m going to sleep now.” I was already out cold before I heard either of their replies.
