“Ronan spotted him on the monitors, only he disappeared from view. Too many fucking trees. That’s why I didn’t comeafter you immediately. Ronan called me as you left. We were trying to locate him. Then Lucinda sounded the alarm. I’ve never run so fast to get here.”
He didn’t want to admit just how scared he’d been, thinking they’d lost Kit and not knowing where the hostiles were.
“Lucinda had an alarm?”
“She did, and she made sure she had eyes on you.”
“Can we go back to the cabin, Daddy? I can’t listen to this any longer.”
“The EMTs have just arrived. Let them look at your cheek and then we’ll go.”
Kit tilted his head to look at him and the red crease stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin. “Are you all right, Daddy? You sound angry.”
Red forced a smile to reassure his boy. “I’m fine.”
It must have worked because Kit gave him a wan smile and rested his head on Red’s shoulder.
Red clenched his jaw, trying to quell the roaring in his head. The rational, bodyguard side of Red knew Kit was fine, the wound was barely more than a graze. But the Daddy side was another matter. If Lucinda hadn’t been there, the outcome could have been very different. And that side demanded vengeance.
One of the EMTs jogged over to him, a red-haired twink who looked strangely familiar. He beamed at them both, checked Kit’s cheek, cleaned up the wound and put a bandage on it.
“You’re good. Your Daddy can take you to the cabin now.” The EMT smiled reassuringly at Kit.
Red stared at him. How did he know they were Daddy and boy?
“How did you—?” Then Kit gasped. “Ti? From the club?” He squinted at the large man who kneeled by Tony. “That’s your Daddy?”
Ti grinned at them. The confident EMT seemed light years away from the scared kid Red had sheltered at the club only a few days ago. “It’s good to see you again, Daddy Red and Kit.”
Red raised an eyebrow. “You’re an EMT?”
“I am. My Daddy is a paramedic and my partner.”
“I’d never expect you to be an EMT,” Kit said.
Ti grimaced. “Yeah, I’m sorry, I was out of it at the club. We’d had a really bad day at work. Multiple fatalities in a traffic accident. Eddy brought me to the club because dancing makes me feel better. He’d just stepped out to make a call when everything kicked off.”
Kit winced. “Ouch. No wonder you were upset.”
“Usually, I handle things better. I mean, I should be used to it, but that was a bad day.”
The large EMT, presumably Eddy, looked over and Red noticed he was keeping a close eye on Ti.
“I need to help my Daddy,” Ti said. “Who’s the one making all the noise?”
“My brother, Anthony Monroe,” Kit advised him.
Ti gasped, his expression horrified, and Eddy looked over again. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Red said grimly. “He tried to kill my boy. If it wasn’t for Lucinda, he would have succeeded.”
Ti leaned forward and patted Kit. “You get out of here.”
“We’ll do that. Thanks, Ti.”
Red wanted to be as far away from Tony as possible because injury or not, the urge to smack the crap out of Kit’s brother, to pound him into the snow until he couldn’t get up wasn’t going away. Red needed to get away from him and that urge before he was arrested for assault and his sweet boy was left alone.
Kit clutched onto Red. “Get me out of here, Daddy.”
