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“Sharks?” He sounds scared. And I almost care.
“Just tell them no.” Taking them as my parting words, Beau turns the motor on and we’re putting distance between us and Trent. I don’t miss the fins that start to circle him. As I turn my back on him one last time, I hear his final scream.
I move to Davis, who is starting to look a little pale, and push my hands over his, adding more pressure. He grunts, not saying a word, even as his eyes glisten with tears he refuses to let fall.
When we make it back to the shore, we drop anchor and together, Beau and I help Davis into the back of the buggy. Leaving everything behind we rush back to the homestead.
Once we get back, I don’t have the car stopped before Beau is out and running to the caravan park to find Ron.
I blast the horn a few times trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. Brent steps out of the homestead and assoon as he sees me struggling with an almost unconscious Davis, he rushes to us. “What the fuck?”
I open my mouth to respond but nothing comes out.
“Fuck, get him inside.” Ron calls out.
Beau is on Davis’s other side, throwing his arm over his shoulders. Davis looks up at Beau, smiles and then lets his head drop down again. Fuck. Together, Beau and I try to walk Davis into the house. Brent watches us, and I can tell he isn’t impressed. He doesn’t say anything though, just pushes me away and takes over.
I watch as they usher Davis inside. I stumble backward, letting the last thirty minutes wash over me. I tilt my head back and shout into the void. What has my life become? I’ve just killed someone, for a woman. Who isn’t even mine. But I’d do it again. Without hesitation. Every damn time.
Chapter Ten
MORGAN
There is a quick blast of noise. A horn maybe? When I go outside, I see Beau take off from a still moving car. What the fuck is happening?
I move my eyes from Beau’s retreating form to Rhys trying to pull a limp Davis out the back of the buggy.
When I see them try to carry him inside, I don’t think twice. I run past the men to grab Molly. She doesn’t need to see this.
“Morgan?” confusion etched into her face.
My heart is pounding and breath coming in short bursts, but I do my best to keep the panic from my voice. “Yeah babe, come on, you and I are having a girl’s day at Rhys’s”
We slip out the side door just as I hear Brent and Beau bring in an injured Davis. I have so many questions, but I think I like living with my head in the sand. And that’s where I’ll leave it. For now.
We enter the house, and we hear someone yelling ‘fuck’.
Molly looks at me puzzled, “What was that?”
“I have no idea.” It’s a lie. Because I’m confidentit’s Rhys. But I promised Molly a girl’s day. “Let’s bake something.”
“Okay.” She pushes a chair to the bench, and climbs up while I look for everything, we’ll need for baking. God, he really lives like a fucking male.
I manage to find eggs, milk, flour, and cocoa powder. “I think we need to go see Dani.”
And with that, Molly is off. How are small children so fast?
Entering the front store, I hear Dani ask her what she’s doing there. I can picture her looking around for me or Brent.
I enter soon after and Dani noticeably seems relieved. After last night, I think we’re all a bit on edge. Dani also takes a moment to look over my new look. I don’t realise I’m holding my breath until she nods her approval.
“We’re baking, and need some butter and maybe choc chips?” I look down at Molly who is frantically nodding.
“Got nothing here, sorry.”
Molly groans in frustration.
“Maybe we can see if Cook has any.” Dani reaches out her hand, Molly takes it and starts to follow. Ah, I guess I’ll keep the shop running?
