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“Savannah,” I called, voice a little firmer. “Your side,” I repeated, noticing she was pressing harder.
When she didn’t move her hand, I reached out to do it myself, seeing a hint of red peeking through her shirt.
“Oh. Oh, that’s not good,” she said, looking a little pale.
“It’s fine,” I told her, giving the guys a look, then stepping in front of her to block their view as I pulled up her shirt.
“Do I need to go to urgent care?” Savannah asked, making it sound like she’d rather get a tooth pulled without novocaine.
“No. I can treat this back at your place,” I said, pulling her shirt back down. “I’m sure Savannah would love to meet all of you—“
“And put faces to the embarrassing stories he has told me about all of you,” Savannah piped in, getting a smirk out of Lucky and Luca.
“And that,” I agreed. “But I’m gonna go treat this wound.”
“It was nice to, ah, meet you,” Savannah said as I led her away. “I hope you will find other ways to describe me other than ‘crazy,’” she called before I pulled her outside. “Oh, myGod,” she yelped as soon as the doors were closed behind us.
“What? Does it hurt?”
“The humiliation? Yes, with the fire of a thousand suns,” she said, letting out a little whimpering sound. “Your family probably thinks I’m a freaking loon. And, I mean, fine. I did spend a whole year of my life in a hippie commune where we bathed naked in the stream under the full moon. But, you know, like, not slippy socks crazy stuff.”
I couldn’t help it.
The smile broke out and spread across my face.
“Sweetheart, if anything you just got even more admiration out of them.”
“Yes, very admirable. Scream like a banshee that someone has a gun whilst shoving a guy to the ground.”
“Hey,” I said, reaching out, framing her face with both my hands. The touch immediately silenced her as her gaze slid up to find mine. “You thought you were saving me from a bullet again, sweetheart. No one thinks you’re crazy for that. Least of all my family. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed, voice small and airless. And, fuck, if her lips weren’t just begging to be kissed right about then. The desire to do it was almost fucking overpowering.
But she was bleeding through her damn shirt.
And I was trying to keep shit friendly.
“Come on. We have to go take a look at that hip,” I said, scooping her up even more carefully than before, reminding myself that, no, she didn’t fit perfectly in my arms like she was meant to be there, that her smell wasn’t the single most intoxicating thing that I’d ever breathed in, and that I couldn’t just lean down, seal my lips over hers, and say ‘fuck it’ to my plan to keep repaying her for saving my life.
The ride back to her place was unusually silent. Savannah was typically a talker. And if she wasn’t happily chatting about something we’d seen or some story about what happened at work, she was asking questions, engaging me.
It was strange for it to be so quiet.
Even as we walked into her house, me stooping down to pick up the next meal train meal one of my aunts had dropped off, then to her bathroom, as she let me help her remove her shirt.
It was me who finally broke the silence.
“How is it?” I asked, washing my hands after gathering some supplies.
“It’s not overly pleasant. But it will serve as a reminder not to act like a crazy person every time I see a weapon,” she said, rolling her eyes at herself. “In my defense, I didn’t realize guns were so… prevalent here. In other areas of the country, sure. But I’ve never seen one before here, then, suddenly, twice in a short period.”
“Sweetheart, you were shot,” I said, finding and holding her gaze. “It’s alright to get a little freaked when you see one now.”
“I guess,” she agreed, her lashes fluttering down, keeping those pretty eyes of hers out of view. It was probably for the best, but I missed them instantly.
What the fuck was going on with me?
“Alright. This might sting a little,” I told her before I started to clean, then dress, the wound.
