Keira.”
Keira could tell he was lying, but she pulled her hands away, put the van in gear, and maneuvered around the bodies until she was on the main highway.
Beside her, Aiden took out his cell pho ne. “Max, I need clean up. Stat!” There was a short pause. “Now.” He rattled off her address. “Don’t ask me any questions. Get someone out there!”
Keira wanted to ask who this Max person was, but she found his diminishing state of health her most important source of concern. “I’m sorry for all of this. I’m sorry I got you into all this trouble.”
“Apologies aren’t needed. I should be the one apologizing to you.”
Her gaze moved back and forth from the road to his face. “Why? You did nothing but protect me.”
“I should have been here to protect you sooner.”
“How? You didn’t know me. You couldn’t have known what I was going through. I haven’t found Jamison’s killers, but I can say that I kept my promise to him. I just couldn’t bring myself to say it before, but Jonathan might have had something to do with the murder. He knows something.” She slowed to a safe speed. “I have just enough evidence to make the investigators open Jamison’s case again.”
“No. That won’t be a wise decision. They won’t be able to help you.”
“What are you saying?” She pounded her hand against the steering wheel. “They will find his killers! Someone will pay. And if you don’t like what I’m doing, I will gladly end this contract, and pay you everything that I promised.”
“Do what you will with contract.”
Her face became heated as he dissed out short answers, none of which were in agreement with her. She shrugged, and turned onto the interstate. “Fine. We’ll end it here. I’ll drive to the next town and take you to the hospital. I’ll pay your medicals bills. Make sure you’re okay. Then, you can go your way, and I can go mine.”
“I can’t let you do that, Keira.”
His voice sounded strained, and when she looked over at him, he was clutching at his side.
“What? Why?” she demanded, frantically trying to change lanes on the busy freeway. “Are you okay?”
“I can’t let you go anywhere because you are my mate.”
Mate? What the hell was he talking about?
Her feet nearly slipped from the pedal when he slumped over in his seat and passed out cold.
Like hell she wasn’t going to take him to the hospital. There was no way she was going to let this man die because he refused professional help.
Keira slammed the pedal to the floor and high-tailed it to the nearest hospital.
Chapter Seven
A hospital sign posted up next to the side of the highway came into view after Keira had driven for fifteen minutes.
She swerved across three lanes and made it just in time to execute the merge, receiving more than a few protests from angry commuters blowing their horn. She’d been going way over the speed limit but by sheer luck no police cruisers seemed to be out on the interstate. Even if they had pulled her over for speeding, any sane person could see that there was a wounded, huge, six feet four, over two hundred pound man slumped over in the passenger seat. And likewise, they’d be able to tell just by looking at them that they had obviously been involved in some shootout or wild rampage.
Keira held the steering wheel tightly and glanced over at Aiden. Even in his state—blood smudged across his face and arm and clothes spotted with asphalt dust and gun powder—he was still exceptionally good looking. Rough around the edges. Lethal with a gun, but still handsome. It was almost too good to be true , and she wondered if by chance she’d magically swapped roles with one of the romance heroine’s she read about on a daily basis in her steamy novels.
What had Aiden meant by she was his mate? Had his ability to reason been reduced by the injuries he’d sustained during the gun battle?
Suddenly, a warning light started flashing on the dashboard and
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