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The Rottweiler in a death et it to loosen its hold on his arm

A second shooter whose gun had been pointed right at me

And Brennan’s bloody body lying motionless on the floor

Taking out the guy ai at me had been easy His bullet had flown past h his After realizing I couldn’t shoot the second guy without risking hitting the dog, I’d gone to check on Brennan And all I’d felt was relief when I’d seen his wide, glassy eyes staring up at me as he’d drawn in breath after heavy breath

“It’s you”

I was startled back to the present both by Brennan’s voice and his touch, and right after I looked up to see hireen eyes, I dropped aze and realized that at some point I’d resteda couple of his fingers against mine

I shifted my eyes back to his and could tell that he wasn’t one hundred percent aware of where he was and as going on With the al at me, I suspected he was both still half-asleep and on some heavy duty painkillers

I didn’t respond to him and told myself to moveupme

I didn’t

“The 1970 AAR Cuda,” he whispered

I hid the smile that threatened and nodded I’d told him about the sports car the day before, when his eyes had started to drift closed as the blood had continued to seep through unshot wound

Brennan’s eyes slid shut and then slowly opened again “You promised to let me drive it”

“I did,” I finally said, keeping ain I’d come here to check on him, not to interact with him

I couldn’t interact with him

I couldn’t want him more than I already did

“I thought you were a dream,” Brennan whispered quietly and then his eyes closed as he fell back asleep His fingers stopped rubbing against mine, but they didn’t fall away and the heat continued to spread throughout my entire body

I needed to remove my hand to stop the sensation