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“Are you stupid? Have you ever tried to wrestle a distressed rabbit out from its hiding place when it doesn’t like you? On top of that, she’s in labor. Chutney will bite the shit out of you, and it won’t be cute.”
He eyes me for a moment. “The boss did say dead or alive.”
My lungs are on fire with panic when I watch his hand goes to a holster under his leather jacket.
I scream, and the man’s knees suddenly buckle. He falls, folding jerkily like a lawn chair to the floor. Out cold.
I jerk backward, and for a second, I am in awe of the sheer power of my own screams. But then I see Gunther standing directly behind the man, holding a baseball bat, a look of utter wrath on his face.
He seethes, his chest heaving, his face tight. I barely recognize this man, who gazes down at my attacker as if he’s about to beat him to a pulp with the bat. “No one puts his hands on my bunnies.”
“Gunther.”
Gunther meets my gaze at the sound of his name on my lips. The darkness in his face shifts to fear and worry. He lowers the bat and eats up the distance between us, stepping over the unconscious attacker.
He grabs me and holds my face, his eyes fierce. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” I’m shaking like a leaf, but otherwise, I’m fine.
Gunther doesn’t believe me and looks me over, tenderly examining my face, arms, and neck. The baseball bat clatters to the floor as he grabs my hands and presses a hard kiss to the center of each palm, muttering about how he should have never left me alone.
“Baby,” I say softly, trying out the word. It feels good. “I’m truly okay, just a little shaken.”
I give him a tremulous smile, but he’s still raging inside.
He drags me forward and crashes his mouth against mine in a ravenous kiss.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Don’t be sorry,” I whisper, my throat tight. The shock of what happened starts to wear off, and tears clog my throat. “Just don’t leave me again.”
With an inhuman snarl, he snatches me close, and I’m covered in his warmth, protected by those massive arms, lost in his ragged breath and feverish kiss.
“If anything happened to you, if I hadn’t come back when I did….”
I shush him with my lips against his, a tear leaking from my eye. “Nothing happened to me. I’m safe. You came. You took care of me, just like you’re supposed to. You did it.”
Gunther presses his forehead against mine, then once again presses a kiss to the center of my palm.
“I love you, Sara.”
The words spill out like gravel from his tight throat.
“I love you too, Boy Scout.”
I’m hoping the nickname makes him smile and stop panicking so much, which it seems to.
“I should go find Chutney. She’s having her babies! I’m so sorry, but she might be dropping kits inside your closet, all over your shoes. I’ll have it cleaned….”
“Don’t worry about that,” he says, and now I know this man is really not okay.
I press my palm to his cheek. “Are you going to be okay…with him?” I look down to indicate the sleepy fellow sprawled in the hallway at our feet.
“I’ll be fine. Let me know if you…need a hand with the babies.” He swallows, and his face pales.
Oh my god. He’s offering to help deliver bunnies even though he’s shaken and super squeamish? Gunther can knock out ten armed attackers, and that’s still the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.
CHAPTER15
