“How are you doing?” Big Jim, who played rhythm guitar for Wolfe Mayhem, looked at her with concern all over his face.

Godric, their British bass player, stood next to Big Jim with the same look.

“I’m doing much better. It’s only a flesh wound. That’s not going to keep me down.” She turned her head to Chance. “A little to the left and you’ll have me right at my microphone. That’s perfect. Thank you.”

He locked the brakes of the wheelchair and came to the side of her. “Sweetheart, I love you.”

Utter joy filled her entire being. How long had she wanted to hear him say those three precious words to her? Since last night he’d said them many times. “I love you, too.”

He pressed his lips to hers, causing butterflies to take flight inside her. “Jaris and I will be only steps away. Use your eyes. Say those words.”

She grinned, loving how protective he and Jaris were being with her. They made her feel so safe. “I remember. I’m to say ‘I see a cowboy out there.’”

“That’s my girl.”

She reached down and patted Annie. “Unless you and your master want to be part of the show, girl, you better lead him off the stage.”

Another kiss, and then Chance m

oved away.

Her eyes wandered over the crowd, which was clearly bigger than last year. Dragon Week continued to grow and grow. There were people here from around the country and the world. There were attendees from as far away as China, Nepal, Australia, South Africa, and more.

She spotted familiar faces. Nicole and her two husbands, Sawyer and Reed. The three were obviously keeping watch for any sign of trouble. On the front row was one of Kaylyn’s dearest friends, Paris. Paris sat with some other locals, but there was no sign of Doc or Mick Ryder. Kaylyn wanted her friend to find love, like she had just yesterday.

A spotlight came on, illuminating the O’Learys. The crowd went nuts, coming to their feet and cheering. The energy was incredible.

Patrick held a microphone. “Welcome, believers.”

More applause.

Godric stepped next to her, and in his typical British accent said, “This is quite the party, isn’t it, Kaylyn?”

“Yes, it is.” Like her, he was new to the band. Unlike her, this was his first time at Dragon Week.

Patrick continued with the introductions, explaining some of the things that would be happening over the week.

She closed her eyes, getting her mind settled on the set they’d picked out for tonight’s performance. She loved singing almost as much as she loved training her dogs.

When she opened her eyes, her heart nearly stopped when she spotted her shooter sitting five rows back in the audience. She was about to say the words that would bring Chance and Jason running, when she saw who was right behind Potter. Jason and Dylan.

She took a deep, calming breath.

Patrick continued, “Please put your hands together and welcome, Wolfe Mayhem.”

Mitchell hit the snare three times, setting the beat.

She began singing their opening number.

Chapter Eight

Kaylyn stared at Jaris standing by her front door with Sugar. “I’ve already talked to Belle. You don’t have to go check on the boys.”

Chance sat next to her with Annie at their feet. “Buddy, you should listen to her. You know how she likes to get her way.”

Jaris laughed halfheartedly. “I’m leaving her in good hands. She’ll be fine.”

Kaylyn wasn’t ready to give up the fight. “Belle, Corey, and Shane have been taking over yours and Chance’s duties since my accident. The boys are fine, Jaris. I’d like you to stay here.”

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