“I’m trying! You’re a big guy. Hot, but large.”
“I’m hot, huh?” He would focus on that and on one foot in front of the other. There was no one in the room when he got there, and he squinted at Race. “Where’s the bunny?”
“Adjoining room. He can hop over here if he needs to, and I told him how to sound the alarm.”
“Is he okay?”
Race nodded. “Scared, hungry, wigged out, but okay. You, on the other hand…”
“I’ll be fine.” Of course, the world was fading in and out, and he was wavering on his feet, so he might be wrong about that. Like a tad.
“Mmhmm. Bed. Now.” Race pushed him down and started stripping him.
It was less hot than one would expect, which was a shame, because this was what he’d been working at for months.
“Yep, totally shot. It looks like a through and through, though, which is nice, and it doesn’t look like… I mean, it’s a shoulder, sure, but there are no organs there.” Race kept talking, which was kind of irritating but kind of wonderful, so he just sort of went with it. “Okay, I’m gonna field dress this. This is gonna hurt, but it’ll stop the bleeding until we can figure out what to do.”
“Don’t call my brothers.” It was important. He didn’t need them interfering in his seduction plan.
He was half-naked after all.
“I’m going to end up calling your brothers. I need someone to get the bikes home, somebody with a trailer and an SUV so I can get you and Mr. Hoppy in a closed vehicle. This is why I usually work alone.”
Con would have clapped back, except that all of a sudden everything in his shoulder went white hot, and he ended up growling.
Race didn’t seem to be too terribly worried, of course.
Why would he? If Con was going to bite, it would only be in a sexy times way.
He hoped. If Race didn’t stop leaning on his shoulder…
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Stopping the bleeding. Then I can irrigate it.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“No. It’s going to feel less fun than it sounds, if I’m honest.” Race was altogether too forthright for his comfort.
“Yeah, let’s just get this over with.” He willed his body to stop bleeding.
“I’m trying, honey. Breathe, please. You’ve got this.”
He wasn’t so sure about that.
And when Race peeled back the dressing and squirted what had to be napalm in his wound, Con was glad he was lying on the bed.
Because he roared, and then the world went dark.
Chapter
Four
“Don’t snarl at me, asshole.” Race had had just about enough. “I didn’t ‘get him shot’. He came to assist and ended up taking a bullet. I need some goddamn help.”
Now.
Connal’s oldest brother, Warrick, growled again. “Where are you? We’ll come.”
