From his right, a deep voice said, “Calm the hell down before you hurt yourself even worse.”
Calm down? The fuck he would.
“Sophie!” He pushed against the man and—
“Goddamn it, Ryker, stop!”
Jason focused on the man’s face, his vision slightly delayed as he tried to figure out who the guy was standing outside his shattered window.
“Jake?”
“There he is.” Relief filled the other man’s blue eyes. “You’re hurt. You need to—”
“I need to find Sophie.”
“And we will. But first, we need to make sure you aren’t seriously injured.”
We?
With another series of blinks, Jason realized Trevor was also there. Only he wasinsidethe car with one hand on his wrist to check his pulse while the other pressed a pad of gauze to his throbbing forehead.
“He took her.” He jerked his hand free from Trevor’s grasp. “He fucking took her right out from under my goddamn nose!”
Ah, god. He couldn’t lose her.
Not again. Not Sophie.
“Who took her?” Jake demanded to know.
“I-I don’t know. We were hit, and I was knocked out cold. Ow!” He recoiled from where Trevor was treating his headwound. “Motherfucker, that hurts.”
“Sorry, man. You’ve got a pretty big gash here. Probably gonna need stitches.”
“I don’t have time for fucking stitches. Just put some of that glue shit on there, slap a band aid over it, and get the hell out so I can go find Soph.”
Trevor looked over Jason’s head to Jake. Begrudgingly, Jake gave Trevor a nod, and the former Delta medic began doing as Jason had ordered.
“Wait,” Jason thought of something. “How did you two even know to come here?”
“I called your phone,” he quickly explained. “Liv knew Sophie was upset after hearing the news of Moore’s death, and she wanted me to ask if we could stop by your place tomorrow so she could check on her. Sophie answered the call and told me about the wreck.”
Jesus. He’d been out cold for that entire conversation.
“I jumped in the truck and told Sophie to hang up so I could call 911. Then I called Trev and told him to head this direction. Figured we could get to you guys before an ambulance would.”
“We have to go.” He tried opening his door, but it was jammed. To Trevor, he said, “You finished yet? I need you to move so I can get the hell out of here.”
“Almost done. It’ll go a hell of a lot faster if you’d quit moving your ass around.”
Fuck!
It took everything he had, but Jason forced himself to sit still while Trevor finished dressing his wound.
“Tell me what you remember,” Jake ordered calmly.
“Not a lot. I was out cold for...I don’t know how long. Then I started going in and out of consciousness. I could hear Sophie talking to someone, but I couldn’t wake up enough to move or holler out for her.”
What a fucking nightmare that was. To know his woman was in danger...to bethisclose and not be able to do anything about it.