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“What friend?” The hair on Noah’s neck spiked, and he started a scan of the crowd.
“Some guy. Short fella. Was lookin’ for ya. Told him you might be at the fair.”
Noah paused, quickly analyzing the implications. “Does he know what we’re driving?”
“Nah. Didn’t talk that long. Somethin’ wrong?”
“Maybe. Gotta go.” He hung up. “Daisy, we gotta get out of here. Now.”
“Why. What’s wro—”
Bam! Bam!
Two gunshots interrupted her. Noah pushed her to the ground and covered her with his body while still searching the crowd. Chaos ensued on the midway, everyone screaming and running. Amid the panic, he hauled Daisy to her feet. “Let’s go. Stay close to me.”
“What the hell just happened?” Daisy asked.
“Someone tried to shoot you.”
Noah had no way to ID the shooter. He didn’t even bother pulling his weapon, fearing people would mistake him for the gunman.
He grabbed Daisy’s hand. “Keep your head down and blend in with the crowd,” he said as they ran to the parking lot. They arrived at the truck and jumped in.
He started the engine and drove over the embankment to bypass the line of cars waiting to leave the parking lot.
“How do you know they were shooting at me?” Daisy asked. “Couldn’t it have been anyone?”
“Maybe, but the bullet in my shoulder tells me it was meant for someone standing near me.”
CHAPTER TEN
“Noah!” Daisy cried. “Shot? Why didn’t you say anything? Where? Are you okay?”
“Calm down,” he said, grimacing as he shifted gears. “I’ll be fine.”
“There’s stubborn, and there’s stupid,” Daisy said curtly. “At least pull over and let me look at it.”
“Get in my duffel bag. On the left side, at the bottom, there should be a first aid kit. It’s not much, but it’ll do for now.”
They drove twenty miles east, ensuring they weren’t followed, before Noah finally stopped in a wooded area outside of town. He pulled over, parked, and killed the lights. The quiet darkness engulfed them.
Daisy had been pressing a gauze pad to Noah’s shoulder as he drove but now took the time to assess the damage. Holding a flashlight, she peeked under the blood-soaked bandage.
“Hold still,” Daisy said. “The bleeding hasn’t stopped yet.”
He stripped off his shirt, and his broad chest in the moonlight was distracting, but she had to focus. The bullethadonly grazed him, but it still left a long, deep gash. It looked like someone had sliced his upper arm with a knife.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were hit,” she said. “This could have been so much worse. You could have been killed.”
“It’s not that bad.” He ripped open another gauze pad with his teeth. “Stack this on top of the old one. My first aid kit’s pretty rudimentary. There are only two more pads.”
“I’m no doctor, but it’s painfully obvious you need stitches,” she said, taping down the bandages. “What should we do?”
“I’m thinking.”
“How do you think he found us?”
“Your wine picture probably led him to town. Once there, it wouldn’t be hard to find your cherry-red sore thumb, which isn’t exactly inconspicuous.” Noah used his good arm to shrug. “He chatted up Bobby, who promptly offered the information that we might be at the fair.”
