Page 85 of Hunted, Season Three

The sexy yet sweet reminder prompts me to lean over, lovingly place my lips to his forehead, and briefly let my eyes shut.

How the fuck is this possible?

How the fuck did I go from having the whole world to all of it nearly being wiped out?

How the fuck did I go from my biggest problem being my nuts freezing off to my reasons for living almost being gone?

How the fuck did that mother cunt damn near take us all out of the race?

How did we not see that fucking coming?

How did we not see a flag waving?

How couldInot have been more prepared?

Why the fuck hadn’tIdone more?

How the fuck didIleave Kid so fucking open to be rearended?

Sideswiped?!

How could we let that shit happen to Rabbit after swearing to her we wouldn’t?!

How the fuck can we not know where she is?!

And how the fuck am I supposed to do any kind of thinking – fuck planning – with Kid possibly dying?!

When I finally pull back and open my eyes once again, he offers me a faint grin alongside a whispered, “I’m okay, Nolan.Fresh off the lot promise.”

“Can you just fuckin’ humor me then?”I release the hold and allow my fingers to lovingly run through his locks.“Let him check on those ribs?”

“What happened to his ribs?”quickly questions Demián.“Slip and fall?Doesn’t take much ice for that to happen.”

And unfortunately for us that shit is currently coming down with a vengeance.

Like Hell has actual scheduled plans to fucking freeze over.

“Pretty sure he’s got two that are cracked,” Garcia describes as Kid angles his face at the phone and I slip her ring back in my pocket, “maybe one and a half, but my bigger concern at the moment is if it punctured a lung.I know that’s the difference between pop and stop or stop and go.”

My head cocks to one side in tandem with me leaving my hand resting on Kid’s back.“Pop and stop?”

“Pop pain killers and stop regular activity,” Demián educates, “versus stop all activities and go to the ER.”

“Which,” Garcia forcefully interjects, “isfucking farand the roads are currently an injury lawyers wet dream,hence,why I’m trying to get a prelim examine done here.”

“And one that’s also off the books?”his father good naturedly goads.

“For legal reasons, I am not going to confirm that information.”

Demián lightly laughs and shakes his head.“I assume you donothave the stethoscope I got you as well as insisted you keep in your emergency vehicle medical bag?”

“Sí.”

“Apuesto a que desearías haberlo hecho.”

“Dad,” gripes his son out of frustration, “time is abitof a fucking factor.”

He lifts a hand in surrender prior to stating, “You need to make one.Do you have a plastic funnel?”

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