“Really? You’re afraid of messing up my mother’s floors with your blood?” she asked.
He paused at the door of the barn and turned to her.
“Do you think she’d care—”
“No. Whoever that was who shot at us, they wanted us dead. My gut feeling is that they are going to come for us. I figured our best bet would be here on your family’s land than stuck in some hotel room without a clear path of escape.”
Roxxy froze in place. The grimness of his words rocked her to her core.
They are going to come for us.
“Um, okay.” Roxxy didn’t know what else to say. She ran a shaky hand through her hair, trying to get her brain to wake up. “Who is going to come for us? What the hell is going on?”
Finally, her brain kicked in.
“I’m not sure, but we are certainly going to find out,” Myles replied grimly.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside.” She opened the door to the barn and guided Myles inside.
There was a room off in the corner. It was a makeshift office for the ranch hands. Roxxy flipped on the light and waved to the small couch.
“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” She tossed her purse on the desk then left. She quickly made her way to the bathroom. They’d had it installed so the hands could have facilities to use and could get washed up before eating. Running a farm was dirty work. This lavatory in the barn had been a great investment.
She grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink as well as a few other items and rushed back to the office. Myles was perched on the edge of the desk while speaking into his cell phone.
“I need you to run a plate for me.” His eyes met hers.
She signaled for him to remove his shirt. She set the kit down on the desk and opened it. She took out the prepackaged gauze and antiseptic ointment.
Turning back to him, she saw he would need assistance in taking the shirt off.
“I’ll do it,” she murmured. Roxxy stood before him and brushed his hand out of the way. She reached up and began undoing the buttons. Had this been any other day and Myles wasn’t bleeding, she would turn this into a playful strip tease.
“South Carolina. License plate number is TGB 84T.”
Roxxy got to the bottom and had to pull his shirt from out of his waistband. Her gaze landed on the bulge in his pants then flew up and met Myles’s.
He shrugged his good shoulder.
She rolled her eyes and helped take the shirt off him as gently as she could. He grimaced when he had to lift the arm that was hit by the bullet.
“Reported stolen three days ago.” Myles paused, apparently listening to the person on the other end of the line. “All right. Hit me back when you got something. Thanks, man.” He disconnected the call and placed his phone on the desk.
“Nothing?” she asked.
“I figured the car would be stolen. Only idiots would use their car to do crimes.”
“I’m sure there are a few out there…” She trailed off.
“You wouldn’t even begin to imagine the stories I could tell.” He chuckled.
“Tell me some,” she encouraged. She had to find something to occupy her thoughts. Myles standing before her in a bright-white tank that highlighted his deep complexion and muscles had her libido running wild. She reached for a couple of the gauzes and ripped the protective paper cover open.
“When I first joined the department, there was a string of bank robberies. I was a beat cop fresh on the force.” He paused, grimacing as she poured some rubbing alcohol on the wound. “Jesus, you could have warned me.”
“You may not have let me had I told you.” She chuckled and blotted the wound with the clean gauze. “Don’t tell me this is too painful for you.”
“Just warn me.” He blinked a few times.
“Go the hospital,” she retorted. “Or how about, not get shot.”
“Anyway.” He blew out a deep breath. “We got the call of a robbery in progress. By the time my partner and I arrived at the bank, the bad guys had hopped into a Buick and sped off. It was the same car that had been spotted at two other bank robberies. We immediately began to give chase. The guys drove to a church and jumped out and took off on foot.”
“A church?” she questioned.
Myles released a hiss when she held a clean cloth to his wound. He was right. It had gone straight through him. It wasn’t large, but for some reason he’d bled like it had been. “Hold this in place,” she instructed.
Myles reached up with his good hand and held the dressing.
“Apparently, the idiots had borrowed their grandmother’s car to rob the banks and would drop her car off to her while she was worshipping.”
“What?” Roxxy barked a laugh. She took the tape that came in the kit and wrapped it around Myles’s biceps a few times to create a bandage. She tore the tape and patted it down to stay put. “There you go.”
“Thanks,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked with hers.
She placed the tape on the desk and rested her hands on his chest. He pulled her closer between his open legs.
“I don’t like knowing you’re hurt.” She pouted slightly.
