Gerard by Kathi S. Barton

Author:Kathi S. Barton [Barton, Kathi S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: World Castle Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Susie went out the bedroom door and let her cat take her. As she reached for Mason and the others, she told them what she knew, which really wasn’t all that much. Gerard was in the kitchen, and she was sure that her father had him.

Where are you now? Mason sounded calm, but she’d bet anything that he wasn’t. Susie, don’t go back in the house. If you get hurt, Gerard will never forgive me. We’re going to come to you, but don’t you dare make me have to explain to him how I let you get hurt.

That gave her pause. Why would he blame you if I went into the house? And if I got hurt, whose fault do you think that would be? Mine, not yours. It’s not like you’re here. How the hell would it be your fault?

Because. She waited for more of an answer, but apparently that was all she was getting. Just do as I said and stay back and wait for us.

Oh, so you think that because you’re a man that I’m just not able to take care of my mate? He started to speak, but she was already pissed off and he hadn’t helped the matter. Is that it, or is it because you’re Mason Douglas? The god of all gods when it comes to cougars? Is that what you’re telling me?

No, I’m not saying that. But you don’t know if it’s your father, or if he’s alone. For all you know, there could be ten— When he stopped talking, she waited. The pain in her body, the lack of connection to Gerard, made her cat whimper. He’s been hurt.

No shit, moron. Susie could see into the house, but not the kitchen. Just as she was reaching for the door with her mouth—because she didn’t know any other way to open it as her cat—she saw her father and a man she’d never seen before. It’s the fucking bastard, and he is with someone I don’t know. They’re carrying Gerard into the living room and are dumping him on the couch. He’s out, but I can hear his heart…it’s going strong. I swear to you, I’m going to tear his fucking ass up. Ernie’s, not Gerard’s. And I wanted some French toast, too. She was babbling and she tried to stop. Never in her life had she done that, and she had no idea why she was doing it now. Nerves, she supposed, or the thought that they had her mate.

Can you get into the house? She wanted to ask him if it was all right now, but she was terrified beyond being even sort of nice to him, so kept her mouth shut. You have the best bet of saving him now. I’m sorry about before. My brothers and I are about a mile from the house. We’ll surround the house as soon as we get there. There is pack there too. I don’t know how many, but they’re rounding up now.

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