Page 74 of Forget That Guy
Young was feeding all the dogs and making sure they had water when I passed, and he gave me a sad smile.
When I got to the men, it was to find them in a deep discussion.
“That’s Gentry’s woman,” Denver said quietly.
I whipped my head around. “What? She said she was single.”
At least, that was what I thought I overheard when Young and her were talking as he got close to her.
There was more silence as Boone and I stood in the dark room. A thickly charged silence that had me insanely curious, because there was something these men weren’t telling me.
Something that I wasn’t privy to know yet.
When the silence went on a little bit too long, I said, “You don’t have to tell me anything. I can leave…”
“No, it’s okay.” Denver sighed. “We’ll change the subject. I just need to call Gentry really quick. I’ll be right back.”
He left, leaving me alone with Boone.
“That was awkward,” I admitted once he was far enough away.
Boone’s lips twitched. “When you’re his, and he trusts you implicitly, you’ll know. Until then, you’re a liability.”
“What do you mean, when I’m his?” I asked, feeling a strange sort of flutter in my stomach take root.
“You’ll know what I’m talking about soon,” he said. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go talk to her.”
Boone left, dropping silently down onto the ground beside the now lazing dog.
The medicine had done wonders.
I moved into the room, cleaning up after ourselves while I listened to Boone talk to Sage.
“What’s the next step?” she asked.
“Sedating him enough that he doesn’t want to kill us when we open that cage,” he stated. “He’s our last patient of the night. But he looks pretty good, considering.”
“I’ve been checking him out, too. He looks like he’s perfectly fine,” she admitted. “But just because I don’t see anything doesn’t mean that it’s not still there.”
The front door opened again, and heavy footsteps entered the room.
Sheriff Black and Deputy Gentry.
I looked over to Sage to see her completely ignoring Gentry.
Her gaze stayed on the dog, but there was a charge to the room that had me squirming in place.
Denver came up beside me, and I whispered, “What the hell is going on?”
“A mess,” he muttered. “One that’s going to explode.”
Black joined us while Gentry walked toward the woman on the ground.
The rest of the room all but cleared out when Gentry said, “Sage…”
“Don’t talk to me,” Sage hissed.
We left the room, all of us.
