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Max took one after another, pushing on Kenna’s wound, trying to get the blood to stop, but it just seemed to keep seeping out of her. He hated to leave her lying in the dirt and leaves, but he didn’t want to move her and make things worse.
“Kenna, baby, you stay with me.”
A car skidded to a stop on the nearby road. A minute later, Hunt dropped to his knees beside Max. “Ambulance is here. How bad?”
“I don’t fucking know. She’s shot. That’s how bad.”
Hunt’s hand gripped his shoulder. “She’ll be okay.”
Max looked at Hunt, whose image blurred with the tears filling Max’s eyes. “We... Everything was perfect tonight. How did this happen?”
“I got a text earlier from Agent Gunn. Kyle set the meet for tonight with all the players.”
“And?”
“Things went south all the way around. Kyle is dead.”
Max didn’t have time or the patience to even ask about it, but his heart sank for Kenna. She’d be devastated to lose her brother. Max considered Kyle a friend, even if they hadn’t seen each other in years.
The only thing he could do for Kyle now was take care of his beloved sister.
The paramedics nudged their way in to get to Kenna.
Hunt moved out of the way to give them room.
Max released the pressure on Kenna’s wound to allow the paramedic to replace the soggy, bloody gauze with a clean one. Max took Kenna’s hand and squeezed it.
She squeezed him back.
“Hey, sweetheart. There you are. I’m right here. They’re going to move you now. To the ambulance. We’re going to the hospital. The doctors will take care of you. I won’t leave you. I promise.”
Her hand went limp again. He could only hope she’d heard him.
“Sir, you need to let us take care of her now.”
Max hated to let her go, but he stood and moved back so the two men could do their jobs and save Kenna’s life. Because things were looking really dire at the moment.
One of the guys checked out the gash on her temple, winced, then pressed a thick gauze pad to the wound and taped it in place.
The two worked together to roll Kenna to her side, despite her protesting groans of agony.
“I’ve got an exit wound.” They kept Kenna on her side and pressed a new pad to the front of her.
Didn’t matter what they did to her at this point, she’d passed out completely and didn’t move or respond. Not even when they put a backboard beside her and gently laid her out on it. They put a neck brace on her just in case, strapped her down, lifted her onto the gurney, and put her in the back of the ambulance, where they could get her warm and work on her. An IV line went in, her vitals taken again. Monitors were put on her chest and finger.
Both guys frowned. Apparently they didn’t like anything they saw.
He kept vigil right outside the ambulance, his hand on Kenna’s foot, a thick blanket tucked around her legs.
He didn’t even feel the cold.
This wasn’t how the night was supposed to end.
They were supposed to spend the night in each other’s arms. He was supposed to wake up with her beside him in the morning. He’d have made love to her again as the sun rose. He’d have told her with his body and the words just how much he loved her.
“What’s the word?” Hunt asked, stepping up close to Max. “Is she stable?”
“No,” the blond one said bluntly. “We need to go. Now.”
