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I grimaced. “That’s not how you react to an active shooter.”
“Okay.” Riley snorted and put her dishes in the sink. “Um, you taking me in your PJs? Because we need to go.”
Jett grinned. “Fine, I’ll go put on some pants. After all, I’ve got a tournament to win.”
Chapter Fifty
Evan
Grace sat sandwiched between us as Wes drove us through the mountains to where my cabin was. Originally, we were going to take my car, but Grace had insisted we take the truck so we could all sit up front together.
For that, I was grateful. The contact of her leg against mine, her head resting on my shoulder, grounded me, keeping me from panicking.
Last night, someone tried toshoot me.
The trainings I’d been through at work all involved someone coming after a client or attacking the Center. Nowhere did we go over someone trackingmedown when I was off the clock.
My heart sped as I thought of Rose’s uncle aiming a gun at me. We’d been having a great time, eating, dancing, enjoying each other’s company and boom…
It could have ended so differently.
Because it was a hotel and a restaurant, he had no problem getting up to us. He overpowered the staff when he couldn’t get in. Detective Esposito apologized for not being able to hold him for longer. Apparently, he’d threatened people at the station and someone who overheard me tell Detective Esposito where we were going for dinner told him.
Wes squeezed my hand, feeling my anxiety through the bond. Grace snuggled further into me.
Grace.
She’d put herself between the gun and me. It made my heart swell a thousand times. It also made me want to swat that little ass until it was red for putting herself in danger and not getting under the damn table.
I handed her my water bottle, and she took a drink and closed her eyes. She was hung over as fuck.
Not that I felt much better. I had trouble sleeping and kept raiding the liquor cabinet and bouncing between Wes’ bed and Brennan’s, needing reassurance that everyone was okay.
That I was okay.
Which was why Wes was driving, listening to some perky-ass station, sipping on an iced coffee while the two of us cuddled in misery.
My phone buzzed. I’d been texting back and forth with my boss, getting an incident report filed for last night. I’d also been texting with Rose to make sure she was okay.
Brennan was being an annoying alpha fuck and kept checking on me. My phone beeped.
Carly
You okay? Claire told me what happened.
Her mate was coming over later when Spencer was home to make that door so Grace could use my bathroom.
Me
I’m okay. Thanks.
I’d be okay. Because I had my pack, my family. I pressed my lips to Grace’s forehead. Her eyes opened, and she smiled, then draped herself over my lap.
“Are you okay driving, Wes? I can take a turn,” I offered, despite being content with my Grace-blanket.
“It’s not that much longer until we get to town. We can stop at that little cafe and have something to eat. Maybe we can show Grace the town–if that doesn’t spoil any of your plans,” Wes offered as he navigated the narrow, curvy roads. “You two should eat something.”
A glance at the clock on the dashboard told me that we were making good time. “That sounds nice. Want some food, Peaches?”
