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“Eric Danvers, you’re under arrest for attempted murder, aggravated assault, and attempted kidnapping. You have the right to remain silent.”
Eric spat blood. “She’s mine. I own that bitch, I’m going to kill her. You can’t stop me.”
Ken slammed the door on that with a knee drop onto his back.
“You’ll do your talking in court.”
Doc Johnson rushed past them to check on Lottie, who was having problems breathing.
Gregg held her as Doc Johnson examined her. Seth turned to look for Allison, who was upright, tear-streaked, and shaking. She found his gaze and didn’t look away.
She got up and made her way to him, and they clung to each other until she pulled away. “I knew you’d come.”
“I can’t believe he got through to the bakery.”
“I came out, and he was pulling in from that direction.” Allison pointed out toward the darkness and the prairie behind. “When we started arguing, Lottie came outside. He raced up the stairs and pulled her down by her hair. She froze. She couldn’t move. I saw the terror in her eyes. Hegrabbed her by the neck and squeezed. That’s why I hit him with the trashcan cover. It got him off her, but …”
“Onto you.”
“It was worth it.” She looked up at him. “I knew you’d come. I watched you fight him. I was afraid.”
“For me?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I was afraid you’d kill him, and then Ken would have to arrest you.”
Seth laughed and pulled her closer. “Gregg and I weren’t far. You alerted us.”
“Excuse me. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Dr. Johnson, and you, my friend, need some stitches.”
Seth glanced at Allison. “Are you cut?”
“No, but you are,” Zeke said, pointing to both lacerations.
“Oh, Seth.” Allison bent over. “Oh, man.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, she hates the sight of her blood, but obviously, your bleeding affects her the same way.”
Allison staggered and went down. Seth caught her and assisted her to the ground.
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah. Stephanie, my wife, will stay with her until she comes to. I need you and Lottie to come over to the clinic.”
Seth wasn’t about to leave her. Not a chance in hell. “I’ll carry Allison.”
“No, I’ll carry her,” Ken said. “You don’t need to bleed anymore. You’ve already contaminated my crime scene.”
“I am your fucking crime scene, asshole,” Seth ground out.
“Yeah, I know,” Ken said. Seth frowned at Ken as he bent down and picked Allison up. “Completely platonic, Seth. I have my woman. I don’t want yours.” Even so, the glare Seth flipped Ken was nothing less than territorial and lethal.
Doc Johnson dropped an arm on Ken’s shoulder. “Come over for statements when you get done with this asshole, my man. Gregg, you got Lottie?”
“I do,” Gregg said as he carefully cradled Lottie in his arms.
CHAPTER 21
