He stepped back. “I do. I should have never started something with you in the first place. I just felt so sorry for you.”
She sucked in a breath. He had to be lying. “So, we’ll never see each other again?”
“No. Not right now. Maybe if things… Fuck. Let’s not even go there. You’re better off without me.”
“Do I get a choice?”
“No.”
She took a step back and swayed. This couldn’t be the end.
“Travis will take care of you.”
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” she said.
Zachary snorted. “Yeah, you do. You can’t do it on your own.”
“Guess what, you no longer get to decide what I do. I hope you stay safe.”
She turned and walked off as the men talked, and then Travis walked with her and grabbed her arm. “Come on, honey. You’re starting to shake. You might be going into shock.”
A paramedic put a blanket around her shoulders.
“Thank you.”
“Do you need anything, miss?”
She shook her head. “No, but thank you.”
“Travis, I want to ride with the paramedics.”
“What? Why? No, let me take care of you. Zachary just needs a little time. He can’t take the thought of losing you, so he’s fighting to get you away from him.”
“I don’t believe that.”
Travis got her into the front of the car. “Let’s get you home.”
She waited until they were several miles away from Zachary before turning to Travis. “I think I’d like to go to the hospital.”
She didn’t know how she would get him to drop her off. “My mother…”
“She isn’t going to be there this late, honey.”
Shit. She’d have to tell him because her blood was soaking through the blanket, and she was close to passing out from the pain and blood loss. “Travis, I have to go to the hospital because I was shot and am bleeding.”
Travis slammed on the brakes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She shook her head.
“Why in the hell didn’t you say something back at the house?”
“I was going to, but then h … he started pushing me away. Can we talk about this later? I don’t feel so good.”
“Where is the injury?” he said as he started racing through the streets.
She would have been scared if she’d had the energy. “My arm.”
“Okay. Don’t worry. I’ll get you there. I’ll call Zachary from there.”