Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills #5) - Mary B. Moore Page 0,78

look around his chest to see where Clyde was going.

Every time I leaned right, though, Garrett followed and then did it in the other direction when I tried that way.

“It was a gun, baby. I need you to stay as you are.” His voice was tense, and when I looked up, he looked a bit paler than usual.

“Are you okay? Do you think someone’s hunting on the land?”

He didn’t get to answer because just then, the sound of engines came from the dirt road leading to where we were, just as a high pitched shrieking sound came from the wooded area where Clyde had run off to.

“Oh, shit. What if he caught a rabbit? Do you need a permit for that?”

Give a girl a break. I’d woken up this morning, had phenomenal sex, then I’d gone for a walk, found out I had a house skeleton waiting for me, then I’d been proposed to... If I was struggling to make sense of it all, excuse the fuck out of me.

Recognizing the two P.V.P.D. vehicles—not that you wouldn’t, seeing as how they were black and white, had lights on the front, and honking big P.V.P.D. logos strategically placed all over—as they screeched to a halt, my eyebrows shot up when Dave, Raoul, Alex, Logan, Carter, and Alejandro jumped out of them.

“Why did they cram so many of them into two?”

Garrett didn’t answer, but he watched them silently as Raoul and Logan ran over to where we were, and the others ran toward where the screams were coming from.

“Oh fuck, man,” Logan growled, leaning his head in toward the radio on his shoulder. “Ambulance needed at the scene, Naomi. Give them the co-ordinates we texted you on our way and tell them to follow the dirt path to the cleared out area. GSW right shoulder, Garrett Evans is the patient.”

I tuned out what followed it, instead looking Garrett over to see if I could find what he was talking about.

Come on, Tamsin, you’ve watched enough television. What the fuck is a GSW again?

His eyes were fixed on Raoul, though, not giving a shit about what was going on around him.

“Sounds like your boy caught the asshole,” his brother told him with a strained grin. “Why don’t you sit down on the ground, man. It’ll be easier for you.”

He was holding himself so stiffly that I was inclined to agree.

“Not until you have him. He might get to Tamsin.”

My eyes widened at him using my real name out in public. It’d been agreed that no one would ever do it, and in fact, everyone who knew what it was stuck to Zuri anyway.

“Oh, dear God,” one of the guys in the woods yelled. “Clyde, here, puppy, puppy.”

Raoul had looked over his shoulder when the first yell went out, but as the voice that I recognized as Carter’s yelled the last bit, he turned back to us, his lips twitching. “Think he’ll realize the dog won’t budge at that command?”

“Alex, man, do something. He’s chewing him like a bone!”

I heard Alex shout something, but then, more clearly, he yelled, “No, he’s pissed. Gjorka, I’d drop whatever you’ve got on you that he’s picking up, or he’ll just keep going.”

“Oops, that might be my fault,” I whispered. “I was told not to play tug-of-war with him in case it mixed his commands up.”

Garrett huffed out a laugh and groaned. “That’s not it, pretty girl. He can smell a gun or weapon on him, so until Gjorka throws it to the side, he’s going to keep biting him.”

The name sank in. Gjorka was here. Here. He had my dog.

I only got two steps into running in that direction, zero thoughts for my own welfare in my mind as I focused on saving the dog who was protecting me when Raoul caught me. “No, that’s not how it goes. Right now, my brother’s holding on by the skin of his teeth—”

“Teeth don’t have skin, they have enamel,” I snapped. “Now let me go.”

Spinning me around and showing me a clearly anxious Garrett, Raoul growled, “Look at him, Tamsin. He’s your focus right now, and he needs to stay your focus. The ambulance isn’t here yet, but when they come, we’re going to need you to stay right beside him and keep him calm while we deal with the asshole in the woods. Can you do that?”

Something was strange about how Garrett was standing. He hadn’t moved since he’d flinched earlier, and his body was so stiff it