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The cops took a second to look over the scene before nodding and letting her go. One of them bent over Gareth, placing handcuffs on him before the EMT could look at him.

“There’s a gun under that bush,” I said. “I kicked it so he couldn’t grab it.”

The cop stopped, assessing me before he bent down, pulled out an evidence bag, and placed the gun inside.

“You know this man?” he asked.

I nodded and informed him there was already a police report for the last attack, a warrant out for his arrest, and the history of the case. The second EMT had me sit on the porch as she looked over my injuries while the cop took my statement.

By the time the police had loaded Gareth into their car and finished with the house, Fletcher pulled up in Henley’s SUV. The door flew open as Henley jumped out and raced toward me, ignoring the cop who tried to stop her. Her arms wrapped around me, and I relaxed, knowing she was safe.

“What happened?” she asked, her hands grazing over my body as she looked at my injuries.

“I told you not to answer the door,” Fletcher grumbled, crossing his arms as he stared me down. The corners of my mouth lifted at his concern. Henley squeezed my hand, and I remembered she’d asked a question.

“Gareth. But they’ve arrested him. He’s no longer a threat to us.”

“How did you get away?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t. All I was trying to do was stall until the police got here. Thankfully, Macy tasered him.”

“Macy?”

“Hey, bestie!” the woman in question said from the house.

Henley’s eyes widened, but she walked over and hugged the girl. Macy’s eyes grew big this time as she awkwardly patted her back.

“Is there somewhere you can stay for the night?” a police officer asked.

“Yeah. We’ll find something,” Fletcher said as he stepped in, proving once again he was the dad of the group.

The police officer nodded. “You should be able to take a few things from your rooms if needed as long as they aren’t in the front ones.”

The four of us went inside and grabbed a bag of clothes, and Reed gathered Lady Sterling’s stuff and put her in a cat carrier. We were all back out of the house and loaded into the car fifteen minutes later.

“Welcome home.” I chuckled.

“I second the rule. No one on their own anymore,” Henley huffed, leaning her head against me. “I can’t take anyone else getting hurt.”

Kissing her head, I closed my eyes, feeling safe now that we were all back together.

CHAPTER TEN

Henley

Tripping over a suitcase, I cursed whoever had left it there as I hopped on one foot, rubbing the knee I’d landed on. Though, if I had to guess, it was Fletcher. That boy was messy-personified.

As much as I liked the room at the B&B, living in it with three men and a cat wasn’t fun. We’d been grateful to get a room on Wednesday night after returning to campus and finding police and ambulances in our drive. But it had been a few days now, and I was officially going insane.

“Have they cleared our house yet?” I grumbled as I tossed clothes aside to find something clean.

“Just got off the phone with Detective Steve, and we can return today,” Dax said as he ambled into the room.

My body calmed at seeing him, my anger leaving as I took in his bruises and scrapes. I’d stay in a million hotels if it meant he was safe.

“Goldie and I will move our stuff back in while you’re at the shoot,” Reed proclaimed as he dropped onto the bed with Lady Sterling in his arms.

“Goldie?” Dax scoffed, rolling his eyes.

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