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“Manageable.”

“And your head?”

“Better. And before you ask, there’s been no dizziness or nausea.”

“Good.”

“You realize that’s the fourth time you’ve asked since we got here.”

He stopped inches away with a sigh and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Humor me, sweetheart. It’s been a hell of a night.”

That was putting it mildly.

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, needing the reassurance of his warmth against her skin.

“You okay?”

“Me?” His brows dipped. “I’m good.”

Something flashed behind his eyes, though he attempted to hide it.

Too late.

“I don’t believe you.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “You calling me out?”

“Somebody has to.”

He squeezed her hand but didn’t elaborate. Devon understood.

She’d seen the look on his face when he realized the man who’d grabbed her had a gun at her side. She’d also seen what happened when Blake realized the man was about to take a shot at him.

He’d thought she was going to die. Had a gun pointed straight at him.

He killed someone tonight.

The dead man had been a killer, but still. She couldn’t imagine having to process something like that.

“Blake—”

His phone vibrated softly from his back pocket.

Blake checked the screen. “Lincoln.”

Her stomach tightened as he answered the call and switched it to speaker.

“Savage.”

“Did you find someplace safe for you and Devon to lay low?”

“Yeah.” His gaze met hers. “Emmett took care of it.”

“Good deal. Listen, I’ve got some news on the shooter.”

Devon straightened as Lincoln shared what he’d learned.

“Prints came back. Guy’s name is Charlie Gallagher. Forty-two. Former Army. Dishonorable discharge for disobeying a slew of things, including ignoring direct orders, constant anger issues, and an assault on a guy in his unit. After he got out, he became a private security contractor but lost his license after he caught an assault and weapons charge. He’s also suspected in a couple of contract jobs that turned cold, but nobody ever made those cases stick.”