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 I ll be there. He disconnected.  Cade! He threw open the door, yelling his brother s name as he
jerked on his boots.
Seconds later both Sam and Cade were in their doorways.
 Someone attacked Sarah. I m heading to town. He rushed down the hallway.
 Sam, get the jeep ready. Marly get dressed. Cade called back to Marly.
 I m taking the chopper.
 Then you ll wait on one of us. Cade caught him as he made to pass.
 Think, Brock. Five minutes. That s all. Sam can go out in the chopper with you and Marly and I will
follow in the jeep. Don t be a fool.
Cade s expression was savage, imperative. Brock knew Sarah was his soul, and he knew that made her
more than important to his brothers as well. They had no choice but to fight to protect her now, for it
made her their heart.
 Get going then, he growled.  Hurry up, Sam, I ll have the chopper warming.
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He didn t want to spare five minutes but hell, he knew it would take that long to get the helicopter ready
to fly. He ran from the house, his heart pounding, fear clogging his throat. She was hurt. It was all he
could think about. He had to get to her, and he had to get to her now.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Brock wanted to kill when he saw her. She was huddled in the corner of the bedroom, a bloody
comforter wrapped around her, surrounded by enough damned men to send his possessive instincts into
overdrive.
Her head was lowered, her silken honey colored hair falling around her, mussed and tangled, stained red
on her left shoulder.
 This is how we found her. Josh stood back as Brock entered the room.  She only shakes her head
and cries when we try to treat her, Brock. We have to find out how bad she s been hurt.
Brock ignored him. Fury, raw and ripe traveled through his body, made him want to scream out in rage.
 Get a handle, bro. Doc s on his way here. Sam laid his hand on Brock s shoulder warningly.  Cade
was calling him as we left the ranch. Just help her pull it together.
Brock shrugged his hand away.
 Get the fuck out of my way, he growled at the EMT s and various deputies huddled around her.
 Dammit Josh, why are you letting them crowd her this way?
Her head came up. Son of a bitch. He was going to kill someone. He could feel the rage traveling
through his system, heating his blood. She was white as a sheet, her whisky colored eyes nearly black
with shock, dark circles lying thick beneath them. She was on the verge of hysterical collapse and all the
fucking morons around her could do was try to get closer to her.
 Brock? Husky from her tears, her fear, her voice shattered him.
 Get the hell out of my way. He pushed at a reluctant EMT, going to his knees in front of her huddled
form.
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 God, Sarah-love, he whispered desperately, his hand touching her white cheek.  Are you okay,
baby?
 Bastard shot me. She tried to smile, but her lips trembled in violent reaction to the attempt.
 Is that all? His hands went to the comforter at her shoulder, pulling it back enough to see the long,
jagged gash in her shoulder.
A flesh wound. He wanted to close his eyes in relief. It looked bad, but it would heal.
 That s all, she whispered.  I was under the bed. He shot at the bed. He knew where I was. The tears
were falling down her cheeks now.
 Was it Mark, Sarah? Brock fought to keep his voice gentle as he moved her hair back to get a better
look at the wound.
He knew if Mark had done this to her, the man wouldn t live out the night.
 No, she whispered, her eyes flickering to the impatient men behind her.
The thread of wariness in her voice had him narrowing his eyes on her, watching her carefully.
 Who was it, Sarah? he asked her softly.
 I don t know. The helpless fear in her voice had him fighting to contain his rage.
 What do you know, baby? He knew Josh and Sam were listening carefully.
She did too. He saw it in her face, in that spark of nervousness in her eyes. She looked at him
pleadingly. What did she want to hide?
 Sarah? he questioned her softly.  You have to tell me what happened.
Her glance went to the men gathered around her, shame and pain reflecting in her eyes.
 Josh, get these fucking men out of here. He cast the sheriff a hard look.  Now.
 They need to check her out, Brock, Josh argued.  And I need a statement.
 Evidently you didn t hear him well enough, Josh, Sam s voice was a low, warning growl.
Brock glanced at his brother, seeing the untamed violence that rarely came to the surface in the other
man. Josh saw it too. The sheriff paused, winced, then turned to the men crowded behind Brock.
 Outside, boys, before these two cowboys decide to piss us all off. Frustration lined his voice.
 Doc Bennett will be here any time. I want him brought up here. He ll check her out and see if she needs
to be taken to the hospital. Sam continued to direct the action behind Brock.
 Come on, baby. Let s get you off of the floor. Brock eased her into his arms, his chest tightening at the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]