Going Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 1)

“Far wall.”

“The com there, too?”

“Yes.”

Jessica got the kit and rushed back to Jackson. He was sitting up.

“I’m all right, Jessie. Really.”

“Shut up, and let me do my job.”

Several mining personnel had shown up. The driver was still unconscious. Jessica looked at the scene. If Jackson hadn’t pushed her to the ground, she could’ve been impaled or crushed by the vehicle. She reached for Jackson’s hand, and a violent spasm shot up her back. Dizziness overtook her, and the tunnel seemed to spin.

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ackson stood up and put his arm around her waist. “Hang on, sweetheart.”

Phoenix got on the other side of her. “Let’s get her to the doc.”

Then, she passed out.

Chapter Six

Jessie woke up. It was night, and she realized that she wasn’t in the mine any longer. Instead, she was in a truck between Jackson and Phoenix. The vehicle’s headlights revealed that they were headed down a dirt road.

Holding the steering wheel, Phoenix looked over. “Looks like our girl is finally awake.”

Jackson squeezed her hand. “Jessie, you took quite a tumble. How do you feel?”

She jerked her hand free. “What’s going on? Where are you taking me?”

Phoenix patted her thigh. “Remember Doc said to check her pupils.”

“Right.” Jackson cupped her chin. “Open your eyes wide for me, sweetheart.”

“Answer my question first.” She felt groggy and very disoriented.

“Good enough. They look normal, bro.” He released her chin. “You passed out. Doc checked you over and said the only thing we had to worry about was a concussion. He didn’t think you had one, but you can’t be alone for awhile. So, we’re taking you to my place.”

“No. No way. Take me to the hotel.”

“We will. But Doc thought it best to get some food in you, and my house is closest to the mine.”

“We’re here,” Phoenix announced. “Château Jackson, if you please.”

The truck stopped. She looked out the windshield to what looked to be a mini-Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece. A sloping roof, clean lines, broad porch, and long windows created something that looked as if it belonged in nature.

“I never would’ve expected something like this out here. This is amazing.”

Jackson smiled. “Thank you. I’m very proud of it. I think it’s the best of the lot.”

“What do you mean?”

Phoenix smirked. “He thinks this dump is better than our brothers’ places or mine. Once you see my house, you’ll know he’s crazy. I’m a much better builder than he is.”

She turned to Jackson. “You built this?” Awe for his skill filled her up.

“With my own two hands. I’ve lived here for seven years. At sixteen, we each got to pick out a piece of land to build on. Our parents kicked us out of the big house when each of us turned eighteen. They said it built character. Well, after two years and a lot of hard work, this was the result. My house.”