this house … or office … or whatever it was. “Fine. If someone checks Pax’s injuries, I’ll clean up, then you can all decide that I deserve to know more and start talking.”
Pax snorted. “Wrong.”
Before that minute she’d forgotten she held on to him. She gave his waist a reassuring squeeze and then dropped her arm. “That’s the only solution I’ll accept.”
Joel glanced at Connor. “Told you.”
He nodded. “You’re right.”
They’d lost her in all the partial sentences. “What are you two talking about?”
Joel shot her a huge smile as he stood up. “Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of Pax.”
“You’re qualified?”
If possible that smile grew even wider. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Well, I don’t agree to the schedule.” Pax practically snarled when he said the words.
Tough.
This time Connor stood. Something about the way he moved had all eyes focused on him. “I do. The lady is—”
“Kelsey,” she said.
Connor gave her a nod. “Kelsey is right. Pax gets treatment, she gets changed and a once-over for injuries, and we meet back here in thirty. No arguments.”
Pax pushed off the table and stood up straight. His large frame wobbled but he didn’t fall this time. He didn’t match his friends’ smiles with one of his own, either.
When he looked at her, his mouth had fallen into a flat line. “One thing you should know.”
Dread tumbled through her. “What?”
“We control all the doors and windows, so there’s no way for you to escape once you’re up there.”
Honestly, the man was clueless. She’d turned that corner when a third attacker showed up and a bullet whizzed by her head. “Why would you think I would try?”
“Experience.”
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