![]() ![]() ![]() He couldn’t claim he’d taken the bullet on purpose, but if he hadn’t been there, it would have lodged in Nick’s head, and they both knew how that would have ended. ![]() “We both know you took that bullet for me. “Thanks for doing this, bud,” Kelly muttered. He could walk on his own when they’d left the hospital in New Orleans, but after so much travel, he wasn’t actually sure he could anymore. Kelly wrapped his arm over Nick’s shoulders, and they hobbled through the front door. The beeping from inside stopped, and Nick returned to roll the luggage out of the way. They all knew where the keys to their castles were: Ty’s and Owen’s security codes, Nick’s yacht, and a mental map of Digger’s bayou booby traps. Nick left the luggage at the door and hustled inside to turn off the beeping alarm. He was exhausted, and all he wanted was his own bed. It had been a long plane ride, even in first class, and the hour-long trip from the airport hadn’t been much better on him. He pressed his hand to his chest, resting his palm over the healing bullet wound just under his left pectoral. Kelly had to lean against the railing of his front porch while Nick dealt with the lock and the alarm to his cabin. ![]()
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