“Not just her,” he muttered. “Alarms are going off at the ranch. Stay with her. Don’t fucking leave her side.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to, not when I had already failed her. I sent out a group message, hoping someone got it. My sister was at her house with my niece, but at least she had the panic room and the house was weaponized.
“Sir, we’re leaving for the hospital. Do you want to ride with her?”
I nodded. “Try to stop me.”
25
PARKER
Blake stumbledout of Rosie’s room, exhausted and looking even worse than right after she had her.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” she sighed, flopping down on the couch. “Rosie’s being stubborn.”
I grinned, already knowing what she was going to say. “Ten Little Piratestonight?”
“Over and over again. Why that book? How many times can you read about pirates?”
“You should have made Wes read it to her.”
“Trust me, he’s had plenty of turns. The other night, she made him read it ten times. One for each pirate.”
Sitting down beside her, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her temple, finally relaxing for the night. “I have the weekend off. Maybe we should get away.”
“And go where? We’re supposed to get a snowstorm.”
Glancing outside, I could already see the snow starting. We’d have to leave within the hour to make it out of here without any problems. And that was assuming the southern part of the state wasn’t already being hit hard.
“We should really fly south for the winter,” I mumbled.
“Then you wouldn’t have a job, and Rob would be pissed at me for leaving him alone in the frigid weather.”
“He’s not alone. He has Krista.”
Blake snorted. “I highly doubt that’s any consolation when he’s snowed in for days on end with nothing to do and no internet.”
“Yeah, someone really should have warned him,” I grinned.
“Dinner’s on the stove,” she mumbled against my chest, snuggling in deeper. “If you want it, I’ll allow you to get it and let me stay here.”
“That’s so sweet of you. What would I do without you?” I teased.
“Probably be bored.”
“That’s for sure.”
My work phone buzzed in my pocket, alerting me to an accident in town.
“What is it?”
I scrolled through the message, frowning at what I saw. “A woman was held at knife-point right before a hit and run.”
“What? Who was it?”
I shook my head, but the phone rang at the next second. “Mav, what happened?”