“I mean, I was getting them for Sex Piston.”
“Where are they?” Dalton exploded.
Ginny jumped. Trudy had never mentioned Dalton had anger issues. “In the back seat.”
Gavin sent him a scorching glare. “Don’t yell at her.”
Dalton lowered his voice to a reasonable tone. “I meant the girls.”
“In the dining room.”
Dalton stalked off.
“Don’t forget to take the pot stickers,” she reminded him.
Both Train and Gavin placed themselves in front of Ginny.
Ginny rolled her eyes at them, stretching her neck so she could look between the two men to make sure Dalton retrieved the pot stickers.
The slam of the car door answered the question for her.
“Dalton,” Ginny called out when she saw him heading toward the house with the large carton of Chinese takeout. “At least let her have a couple before you throw them out.”
“Be quiet,” Gavin hissed.
Ginny was about to take exception to Gavin’s rudeness when Viper and Knox placed themselves beside Train and Gavin. From their fierce expressions aimed at Dalton, Ginny had to think twice about saying anything more to her brother-in-law.
The slam of the front door had the men around her relaxing.
“I’m going to call Zoey and get her to call Dalton. Trudy didn’t tell me Dalton had such a bad temper.”
Gavin gave her a narrowed-eyed stare that had her scooting away from him.
“Train, what distracted you that Ginny was able to slip out?”
“She told me that Killy is pregnant.”
Ginny hastily ducked her head, trying to divert Gavin’s attention. “How’s my arm?”
“Seems to be a strain.” Train opened his bag and took out a box. Pulling out a sling, he put it on her. “You need an X-ray to make sure.”
“Congratulations, brother.” Viper and Knox both slapped Train when he was done adjusting the sling.
“Thanks.” Train grinned. “I was giving Killy hell for not being the first one in the garage when the shots went off. Sorry, brother, I fucked up.”
While Gavin didn’t give Train good wishes on the pregnancy, he did say, “Not your fault. I should have given you and the others the heads-up that Ginny has a tendency to get her ass in trouble.”
Ginny gaped at him. “You’re blaming this on me?”
“You wouldn’t have been hurt if you stayed inside the house. I told you to stay in there before I left the house. You promised me you would stay out of trouble for a month. I asked for two days and got less than two hours.” He turned to the other man. “She good to go, Train?”
“Yes.”
Gavin lifted her into his arms as Train took his bag and went back into the house.
Walking by Greer, Gavin stopped. “Forget the Escalade. Go to the car dealership and pick out any vehicle you want.”
“Can’t do that. I was just doing my duty, wasn’t I, Knox?” Greer shoved his hands in his back pockets as he rocked back and forth on the heels of his boots.
Knox remained silent.
“Wasn’t I?” Greer yelled out as if Knox was ten feet away instead of a couple inches.
Knox stomped over to Greer. “Ginny’s damn lucky you didn’t kill her. The gun could have gone off when you shot him.”
“No, it couldn’t have. He was out of bullets.” Greer smirked.
“How in the fuck do you know that? He had his back to you; you couldn’t see his gun, much less know how many bullets he had left.”
“I just knew.” Greer shrugged.
Knox was so angry that his eyes nearly bulged out of his eyes. “You just knew?”
“Yeah.”
Knox walked over to the dead gunman, picked up the gun, opened the chamber, and then clicked it closed. “You can have your job back. And take your pick of the Escalades. I’ll write it off as overtime.” Knox sounded like he wanted to have a good cry.
Ginny buried her face in Gavin’s shoulder to keep from laughing as Gavin moved to carry her toward the sheriff’s Bronco.
Ginny raised her head when she realized Gavin wanted to leave. “I need to go in to say good-bye to everyone.”
“I’ll text Dalton when we get to the hospital. You’re not going into that house for a while.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not safe.”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Then look around.”
“They were here to kill me?”
Dalton’s lawn had a line of men handcuffed and on their knees. She had counted four bodies being loaded into the coroner vans, as a white sheet was placed on the one on the ground.
“Yes.”
“Dalton’s never going to let me visit Trudy again, is he?”
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Gavin, I can walk.” Ginny stopped Gavin when he would have lifted her from Knox’s vehicle.
Remaining close, he watched every move she made as she got out and they walked toward the hospital entrance. “I’ll register you in. Go ahead and have a seat.”
“I left my purse at Trudy’s. You need my insurance information.”
“I’ll have one of the brothers bring it over. Go sit.”