Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

It was absolutely insane to me that anyone would take him to get to me. All because of some dogs they clearly didn’t give a damn about anyway.

I guess it was just the principle of the thing for them.

“I would never get Myles hurt in any way,” I assured him.

“Exactly. So there’s no reason to apologize. This is on them, not you. You lucked out that you had anyone who could help you in this sort of situation. Because even if you came to us for help, I’m honestly not sure how much you would get. If anyone even believed you.”

I was saved from too much more worry about Myles by a call from Myles who just quickly said, “Hey, I’m out. Everyone is alive. Well, mostly. Ah, shit is real. I will call when I can.”

But, of course, the worry about him was replaced by worry about who was “mostly” alive, and what shit was real.

I didn’t think that calling or texting anyone in that sort of situation was a good idea, though.

So Lou and I just sat in silence some more until, finally, there were headlights in the driveway.

I didn’t stop to think.

I just flew out of there.

And as welcome a sight as Myles was, considering he had been my best friend for so many years, I found myself equally as happy and relieved to see Remy standing there.

Our savior.

The man who owed us nothing, but offered everything.

I mean… who did that?

For strangers?

A good man, that’s who.

When that thought formed, yeah, that was when I threw myself at him. It took a surprising amount of self-control not to go ahead and lean up to seal my lips over his.

Then when his arms went around me?

Yeah, I wanted to climb that man like a tree.

Probably the only thing stopping me was Myles and Lou standing just a few feet back.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked, pulling back to look up at him.

“More or less.”

“Who is less okay?”

“One of the prospects. Cato. He had to get rushed for treatment, but the doctor said he was going to be alright. Just a long recovery. And it isn’t your fault,” he added, seeming to read the thoughts that were moving across my mind.

“Then why does it feel like my fault?” I asked, pulling away, then turning to walk on numb legs back to the house, all the while wondering what you sent a biker prospect who got injured pretty badly while trying to clean up your mess? Flowers hardly seemed appropriate. A muffin basket? Paying for his physical therapy?

I had no idea.

But I knew I had to do something for the man.

“I can’t ask for details,” Lou said, looking at Remy and Myles. “But…”

“But we ran into Myles and untangled him from a situation. A couple people needed to see a doctor. And others won’t be seeing the doctor. But there are still some people out there we need to run into in the future to make sure Myles and Lark don’t end up tangled up again.”

“Got it. So that means that they both…” Lou started.