“I called Doctor Winchester,” I blurted out, taking a few hurried steps toward him. “Well, I called a Doctor Winchester. A veterinarian. It could be him.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow at me.
“You told me to,” I said, my nerves kicking up to full-blown freak-out.
He narrowed his eyes.
Before I could say anything, I heard the front door open.
Holy fuck.
Without thinking, I bolted. Passed Lucas, down the stairs.
I had no idea what I was going to do, but the need to protect him, to confront whoever was letting themselves into our hideout had turned me into some kind of maniacal fighter.
Head roaring, heart pounding, I charged to the stairs, snatching up a table-lamp-sized statue from a console table as I did so.
I was on the second to bottom stair when my stare found our new arrival. My feet stumbled. Enough to make me completely lose my balance. I tripped and scrambled and fought for balance, all the while under the direct gaze of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
My cheeks were flaming when I finally found my balance. That didn’t stop me raising the statue over my shoulder and glaring at her. “Who are you?”
The stunning woman’s lips curled. “Doctor Winchester.”
I blinked. “You’re the veterinarian?”
“Watch her, Lila,” Lucas’s voice came from behind me, the words dancing with playful humor. “She’s a feisty one.”
Lila Winchester ran a slow gaze over me. “I can see that.”
I turned, my grip on the statue tight, and glared at Lucas. “Fuck you, Pratt. That’s the last time I—”
Lucas wobbled on his feet, but before he could fall, I leapt for him and grabbed him around the waist.
“Sure it is,” he mumbled, smiling down at me with heavy-lidded eyes before becoming a heavy lump I had no hope of holding up.
Lila Winchester was at my side the second I started to stagger. For a tiny thing, she was incredibly strong.
With blunt, no-nonsense instructions, she directed me to Lucas’s feet. We had his unconscious form on the sofa—yep, there were the blood stains I’d feared earlier—with nowhere near the same panting and grunting as my previous effort.
Wiping her hands together with a slapping motion, Lila leveled her attention at me. “What do you know about his injuries?”
I swallowed. “Not much. He turned up at my place delusional, looking like he does now, and has gone in and out of consciousness since.”
“When was that? What time? Exactly?”
I didn’t know exactly what time and told her so.
She scowled. “Has he done anything energetic in the periods he was conscious?”
My cheeks filled with heat again. God, did I tell her about the wild orgasms Lucas had given me on my bedroom floor?
“So he’s not dying then,” she answered before I could open my mouth.
I blinked.
She ran another inspection over me, from head to toe and back up to my face. “Go have a shower. You look a mess. I’ll deal with Lucas.”
Anger lashed through me. I crossed my arms over my breasts and glared at her. “If it’s all the same with you, I think I’ll watch you dealing with him. No offense, but I have no clue who you are.”