“Let’s get out of here, find some food, and then go over everything.” Concern glowed in his eyes along with a barely banked fury. “How badly are you hurt?”

She shook her head and instantly regretted it. Lights sparked behind her eyes. “Don’t be nice to me. I can’t take it.”

Both of his eyebrows rose. “Fine. Get your ass out of here and let’s find this guy.”

She chuckled, as he no doubt wanted her to. She warmed around him, to him, just like always. “What happened to you?”

“I was shot at from a truck and that’s all I know.” He wiped more blood from his neck. “The front license plate was missing and I didn’t see the back. Didn’t see the shooter either.”

Wonderful. They’d both been attacked and couldn’t identify anybody. “Do you think it was related to my attack?”

“Maybe, but who knows? Let’s find dinner and go through it all slowly.” He patted Roscoe’s head, his hand broad and so strong-looking.

She had to get away from him before she just jumped into his arms and buried her face in his neck. “I’ll call a cab or an Uber. We can meet tomorrow after your interviews with HDD and go over everything.” Without waiting for an answer, she limped toward the door, noting a new pain in her right ankle. How had she injured her ankle?

“You’re kidding.” He grasped her arm, his hold infinitely gentle.

She paused, turning to look at his battered face. A darkening bruise on his jaw was visible this close. “You don’t want to go over everything before you leave town?” That didn’t make any sense, but she was having a hard time concentrating on facts. Man, her head hurt. Concussions sucked.

“Yes, but you’re not going home alone.”

Oh. She nodded. “If you want to give me a ride home, that’s fine.”

“Good.” He escorted her outside, where he motioned for a taxi.

She stumbled. “Where’s your truck?”

“I crashed it into a tree.” He opened the taxi door for her, and once she scooted in, he sat. “There’s an extra fifty if we can bring the dog.”

The taxi driver, a blond in his sixties, nodded. “You bet.”

Roscoe bounded in and settled between them on the seat. Nari rested her head back and tried to concentrate. “Thanks for dropping me off on your way, guys.” It was nice to rely on Angus and Roscoe again, even if it was only for another night or so. “We can meet anywhere tomorrow.” She shut her eyes and took inventory of her body, not having the energy to talk.

When they reached her apartment complex she leaned out her window to type in the gate code and then grimaced at the ache in her shoulder.