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“Dom, you’re shot,” I screamed, and he grabbed my shoulder to keep me low.
“It’s just a graze, Rose. I’m fine. Stay down, please.”
“Who’s shooting at us?” I demanded angrily.
“We’ll know in a minute. Don’t move,” he warned, as he forced me to stay put.
In a few minutes, a tall, burly man poked his head around the door.
“All clear, boss,” he said.
“He’s been shot. Dom’s been shot,” I cried, and he leaped across the floor to check on Dom.
“I’m fine, Logan. It’s just a graze. Did you guys get the sniper?”
“Unfortunately, he managed to escape before we got to him. He was in a tree across the road. From what we could gather, he’d been watching the cottage for a while and waited until he got the perfect shot at Miss Murphy.”
“Do you mean to say he was trying to kill me?” I squawked as Logan applied pressure to the wound.
CHAPTER 20
DOMINIC
Ishot Rose a disbelieving look.
“Who else do you think he was here for? I bet he was staked out here for days, waiting for you to get home and lead them to the drugs. Did you find it?”
“No, the place looks clean,” I said. “The only person who can tell us where they are is the person who hid them in the first place. If only you guys could find him.”
I winced in pain as Logan probed the wound on my arm.
“It’s just a graze, as you said, Mr Carlisle. The bullet nicked the skin, but didn’t hit anything important. I’ll just apply a quick dressing and you should be good to go,” he said, as he helped me stand up. “I’ve got the medical kit in the car.”
I was aware of a rising fury, aimed mostly at Rose. She had lied to me. And if I hadn’t gotten here in time today, I would have lost her. The thought of never seeing that smile again made me want to put my fist through the wall.
“Look at me, Dom,” said Rose urgently.
When I finally looked her in the eyes, she shrank before the anger in mine.
“Are you really okay?” she asked in a small voice.
I forced myself to ignore the way it tugged at my heartstrings and gave her a brisk nod.
“I’m fine. Let’s just get out of here before someone else shoots at us,” I said curtly, and taking her by the elbow, I led her out of the room.
Logan fixed a clean dressing on my gunshot wound and dropped us off at my apartment. I was silent all the way back home, and Rose kept shooting concerned glances at me. When we were finally alone in the apartment, I turned to her, and she froze in place when she saw my expression.
“You lied to me,” I stated.
“Dom,” she began, but I held my hand up to stop her right there.
“I asked you where you were, and you said you were going to the salon.”
“How did you know where I was?” she asked.
Was that her first concern right now?
“I asked Trevor to pick you up from the salon and bring you to my office for a quick, late lunch. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that your mani-pedi was scheduled for yesterday. It didn’t need a genius to figure out where you were going, and you were damn lucky I got there when I did,” I yelled.
