Naomi’s third shot takes him smack between the eyes. He stumbles back a step before falling down.
And the three women with the baby are just standing there staring at us in horror and surprise. Which is fair enough. But we did it. We stopped the assholes from hurting these people.
From the end of the block comes the roar of an engine as an oversized SUV speeds away.
Shit.There were three of them, apparently. And the spare is going to race straight to Porter and tell him what happened here. He already had a description of Naomi and me. Though, wearewet, and the weather is shit. No idea if he got a good look at us or not.
The three women are still just standing there staring at us. One is busy trying to pacify the poor baby. Our weapons obviously startled the little one. And those two freshly dead bodies on the ground sure are something to behold.
Naomi and I killed two people. Not what I thought would happen today, but here we are and there they are, and yeah.
Also, my head hurts and blood seems to be sliding down the side of my face. It’s getting in my eye and everything.
Naomi turns to me with wide eyes. “Oh, fuck.”
“I’m okay,” I say, and vomit up the protein bar I had for lunch onto the pavement.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SUNDAY
“Where the fuck is my wife?” asks Dean. “Get out of the way!”
Charlie jumps aside and my significant post-apocalypse other enters the room set aside for all things medical. His dark brows are drawn down and his mouth is a straight pissed-off line. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man so angry. Just fucking furious. Not to objectify him, but he sure is something when he’s in a bad mood. It’s the whole clenched-jaw and raging-eyes thing. Makes me want to climb him like a tree.
Night fell a few hours ago. But we took our time coming back to town to make sure we weren’t followed. It seemed unlikely with the way the SUV tore off into the sunset. Best to be sure, however. The three women also wanted to be certain they weren’t trading one type of tyranny for another. Now I am finally getting my head wound tended. Imagine almost having a bullet to the brain. Talk about close calls.
Sophie is hot on his heels through the door. “Dean, you didn’t say please. And you’re not supposed to use the F word.”
“Please and sorry.”
“Thank you for bringing him in, Nurse Sophie,” says Avan. “Could you and Nurse Hazel please check on everyone in the kitchen for me? Make sure they’re comfortable and have everything that they need?”
“Yes,” says Sophie, and off she goes.
Just in time to miss the profoundly felt “Fuck me” from Dean.
“I know there’s a lot of blood on her,” says Avan. “But head wounds bleed a lot.”
“How bad is it?” asks Dean. The idea that someone would hurt me has hit him hard. It’s like his voice has dropped a fullregister. He’s just so weighed down by all of the rage. “Are you in much pain?”
Avan, however, is unimpressed with the display of alpha male. He continues cleaning and closing the wound on my forehead. “I gave her something to take the edge off.”
“Those small pills slap,” I say with a smile.
“They do, huh?” asks Dean.
“I’m going to have a cool scar like a pirate.”
With hands on hips, Dean sighs heartily. “Great.”
“This bandage needs to stay dry,” says Avan.
Dean just nods.
“What a day,” I say. “You know, I would love a beer.”
“Do not give her beer or any other form of alcohol,” says Avan, taping gauze or something down over the wound. “Take her home, clean her up, and get her to bed.”
