Chapter 137

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On some level, Gunnar was aware that he was being loaded into one of the medical choppers. Finley Creek had two, he thought. He knew someone was loaded next to him. Someone who was protesting.

"Heather, just…do what you are told for once." He had to say it. He just had to. "Where is Powell?"

"Coming in on the ambulance with her dad," Heather told him, sounding almost as bad as he probably did.

"How bad…you hurt?" She'd knocked Powell to the side a little. To get to Powell's father, to get Mason out of the way. She'd knocked Powell—into Gunnar's arms. Mostly out of the line of fire. He owed her for that.

He had protected Powell from that bullet. That was what mattered now.

"Just a little blood. Don't try to talk. Just enjoy the ride."

Dark eyes in a beautiful face looked at him. Reminding him of the night he'd ridden with Bonnie. Probably in one of these very choppers. "Everyone else okay?"

She nodded. Said something. But he couldn't hear her over the sounds of the chopper.

Heather's hand wrapped around his. As they flew through the night, Gunnar knew he wasn't alone.

But when they landed, he was awake, conscious…

Heather was not.

And he didn't know what was happening.