Page 259 of Promise Not to Fall for the Rich & Famous

CHAPTER 28

Nash kept his sights locked on the patrol car headed their way.

"Do you see them coming?" Ellie asked.

Nash shifted his gaze from the back window to Ellie, who was hooked up to an IV receiving fluids.

"Yep." His anxiety ratcheted up a notch. He could hardly wait to have visual proof that Wyatt and Wade were okay.

The fact was, when he'd asked the officer who'd come to their rescue about his brothers, Wyatt and Wade, Nash was met with short and incomplete answers. He’d first asked if they were okay.

"Of course, son,” the man said, “just fine."

He hadn't saidtheywere just fine, so Nash pressed on. "Both of them all right?"

The officer only nodded and looked away. "Got a squad car headed this way as we speak,” he said. “You can ask all the questions you'd like then."

Not the most promising feedback. Perhaps it was classified information, something that particular officer couldn’t divulge.

Nash took in the lovely sight of Ellie, his love for her having multiplied to an impossible degree. He was grateful the two of them had gotten out of this alive, and he’d remain grateful forthat despite what else they might discover in the hours and days ahead.

At some point, though he had no idea when, they’d hopefully get word about Ellie’s dad and the trafficking ring he’d gotten mixed up with. But most pressing for now was news about Wyatt and Wade. He was still waiting for that final exhale, and until he knew how his brothers were, it wouldn’t come.

"I'll be right back,” Nash said, turning to the first responder. "Tell me if she gives you any trouble."

The woman gave him a soft smile. Was that sympathy he saw there? Did she know something Nash didn't?

"Will do,” she said.

Nash pressed a kiss to Ellie's forehead, then stepped out of the ambulance and onto the pavement. The car was even closer now, just pulling alongside the curb a few yards ahead.

Nash spotted Wade in the backseat, cowboy hat in place, and…no one else. The front seat held just one officer behind the wheel, and the backseat held only Wade.

Chills erupted over his skin.Please,God, don't let this mean what I think it does.

Nash clenched his eyes shut and prayed that the good Lord above would give them strength. Already, tears welled in his eyes as he imagined the news he might hear because Wyatt should definitely be there too. He would be there, too, if he were still alive.

The car came to a stop, and Wade cracked open the door and climbed out.

Nash's gaze went straight to the sling Wade wore around one arm, a visual indication that Wade was lucky to be alive. And Nash would be danged if it wasn’t great to see him in the flesh. Still, he had to know. He couldn't wait any longer.

Wade stopped short a few feet away.

"Is Wyatt…" Nash didn't finish that sentence because Wade was already giving him a somber nod in reply.

"I'm afraid so, brother.”

Nash clenched his eyes closed as the pain pushed through him.

“Wyatt is stuck at the Regional Hospital getting a bullet removed from his butt."

Nash's eyes flicked open wide. He was on the verge of celebrating, but he couldn’t be sure he’d heard him right. "What did you say? He's alive? Wyatt’s alive?"

Wade shuffled closer as he nodded. "Yes, that stubborn old mule is alive. And he was spittin’ nails when they told him he couldn't go searching for you on account of they had to operate. And would you believe it—he had to go outdo me again, takingtwobullets to my one."

Nash rushed in and threw his arms around Wade, not caring that the tears were flowing good. Wyatt and Wade had lived. They all had, and soon they’d be bound for home, Ellie at their side. Also soon, the group would have a sit-down and talk about how everything went down.

But for now, he and Wade had to go tell Ellie the good news.