“I’ll be fine. It went straight through,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
“You need a hospital,” she snapped.
People began milling out of the storefronts, looking around in disbelief. The sound of sirens echoed through the air. They grew louder as time passed.
“We need to get out of here.” Myles brushed past her.
She stared after him with her mouth hanging open. Seeing that he wasn’t slowing down, she took off after him.
“Why the hell can’t I take you to the hospital?” She walked next to him.
“I don’t like hospitals,” he muttered.
They veered into the lot where he’d parked his vehicle.
“You’re going to have to drive,” he said.
She swung around on him. “Who was that?”
“How the hell do I know? I didn’t get the chance to ask them when they were spraying us with their bullets.”
They stood still, staring at each other. Roxxy didn’t know what to think.
“Are you sure?”
“Could that have been lover boy?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Korey?” She gasped. She shook her head fiercely. “He’s a rancher, not a gangster, and certainly not a killer.”
“Does the rancher know how to use a gun?” he asked, stepping toward her.
Roxxy stood her ground and placed her hands on her hips. “Of course he does. Everyone in this town knows how to shoot a gun!” she practically yelled.
Myles paused. He closed his eyes briefly and reached inside his pants pocket. “Here. You drive.”
“Back to the hotel?” she asked.
He opened the driver’s door for her and helped her get in. He shut it and walked to the passenger side.
He slammed the door and leaned his chair back.
“Well?” She started the car and turned to him.
“No. Your place.”
Roxxy’s nerves were shot. The entire drive back to her house was tense. Her gaze kept going to the review mirror to make sure they weren’t followed. She felt as if she had dived face forward into some cop drama television show.
She guided the car onto the gravel driveway that led to the main house.
“Drive around to the barn,” Myles said softly.
She practically jumped out of her skin. He hadn’t spoken in a while, leaving Roxxy to assume he’d dozed off.
Roxxy glanced at him and found his eyes to be closed. Her heart pounded, and she feared he had lost too much blood. There was a slight copper scent in the air that worried her.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
“Me? Of course I am. Nothing like a little graze would take me down.”
“Graze? Myles, there was blood running down your entire arm. I’d say that was more than a graze.”
He waved a hand in the air. “I’ve had much worse.”
She gripped the steering wheel tight at his comment. She didn’t even want to imagine what that meant. He’d spent time in the Army and had been on SWAT for years. She knew his background. Both of his jobs were extremely dangerous, and she’d be ignorant if she thought he would be able get through either unscathed.
“Well, let’s not test it. I still think you should be at the hospital,” she muttered.
The main house came into view. She did as Myles instructed and drove around back to the barn. She brought them to a halt and cut the engine off.
“Why the barn?” she asked.
Myles opened his eyes. In the darkness she could see his grin.
“I may not be originally from the south, but my momma taught me manners. No dripping blood over a woman’s floors.” He opened his door and got out.
Roxxy couldn’t help but giggle. She exited and followed him into the barn.
