Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(222)
She hugged him again, squeezing hard, but then she thought of Boone, and she broke away.
Boone was still on the floor, pressing his hands into his wound. He was terribly pale. This wasn’t good. “Towels,” she said over her shoulder. “And an ambulance.”
She crouched by Boone. “Baby? Let me help, okay? Can you lay back?”
He shook his head. “Call Harper,” he said, his voice just above a croak.
“Okay, we’ll call whoever you want, but you need to lay back so I can help. We’ve got to stop the bleeding, and the bullet might have gone all the way through.”
He looked at her with reddened eyes, then with a visible effort, he sat up straighter, wincing in pain she couldn’t even imagine.
Nate came back with towels. She gave him a glance when she heard him say, “Hurry,” into a cell phone. He dropped the phone next to him and got to his knees. “Let me.”
Christie crawled around to Boone’s other side, and put her arm around his shoulders. He was heavy as she helped him to his back. She found his hand and squeezed it in hers, praying harder than she ever had before.
Nate cut Boone’s jeans off his bad leg. The bleeding didn’t look too bad, but the wound was terrible. They rolled him over to look at the underside, and when Christie saw the back of his leg, she knew the bullet had passed through.
Nate, moving so quickly it was almost brutal, wrapped Boone’s thigh tightly in two towels, and twisted them together, forming a tourniquet.
“You have any liquor?” Nate asked, not even looking at her.
“Yeah.”
“Get it.”
She hated to let go of Boone’s hand, but she did. She ran to the kitchen, almost tripping over Milo. She got the bottle of bourbon and a glass, and ran back.
Nate threw the glass to the carpet, unscrewed the bottle, and after she got Boone in her arms again, he poured the liquor on the wound. Boone screamed and writhed in her arms.
“Hold him,” Nate said. Then he picked up his cell with his bloody hand and punched in some numbers.
“Seth? Get to Christie’s. Now.” He hung up just as abruptly.
Christie cradled Boone until he stopped moaning, wishing she could do something more. “Should I get some aspirin?” she asked.
“No,” Nate said. “It’s a blood thinner.”
“Where’s the ambulance?”
“No ambulance.” Nate looked at her. “There’s someone coming. Someone we can trust.”
“Nate, he could die.”
“He won’t.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, biting back her argument. It wouldn’t do any good. All she had to do was look around her to see that there was no point. Their lives were in danger every minute, and there was no place that was safe.
“How did you know?” she asked.
For a second, she thought Nate wasn’t going to answer. “I have someone at Omicron.”
“What’s Omicron?”
“These men, they’re Omicron. They’re the one’s who are trying to stop us.”
“Some day you’ll have to explain it all to me,” she said. “But right now, I think Boone’s ready to pass out.”
“That might not be so bad. The doc should be here any minute. She wasn’t that far away.”
Christie bent over Boone. She touched his pale cheek. “You hear that, sweetie? Help’s on the way. Just hold on, okay?”
“So, you two…?” Nate asked.
She nodded. “He saved my life. Big-time.”
“He’s a good man.”
“That’s what he said about you.”
“He’s also crazy.”
She laughed, but stopped it short, afraid she would start crying again. “You let me think you were dead, Nate. All this time.”
“I know. I’m sorry. And I’m even sorrier about what’s going to happen next.”
She looked at him sharply. “What are you talking about?”
“As soon as Seth and Kate get here, you and I are leaving.”
“No.”
“Yes. There’s no choice in this one, Christie. We’re leaving and we’re not coming back. You take some clothes, and that’s all. Leave your purse, leave your ID, leave it all. You won’t need it.”
She looked at Boone, his eyes closed now, looking so close to death she had to feel for a pulse. It was there. Weak, but there. “I’m not leaving him.”
“You have to.”
“No.”
“To save both your lives.”
“Nate, I can’t do that. I can’t just walk away from everything.”
“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ll help you. I’ll set you up with a new identity, a new job. We’ll get you a place to live. You’ll be fine. You just won’t be Christie Pratchett anymore.”