Night Is Darkest (34 page)

“Count to three and let’s see.”

Tyler groaned then shook his head. His eyes fluttered open. They bulged when he saw their pose. “Get down! Lacey!”

“One…”

“Lacey!” Tyler lunged for Gina but he would never make it in time.

The cheating woman cackled then squeezed the trigger on, “Two.” Lacey watched the slight motion as though the world had slowed to a crawl. She responded in kind. If nothing else, Tyler would be safe. A metallic click transformed Gina’s evil grin into a bewildered circle a moment before Lacey’s bullet destroyed her black heart.

Both Ty and Lacey ignored the crumpled body where it dropped. Together, they turned to Mason.

A rivulet of blood trickled from the cut above Ty’s temple but he refused to sit still. He shook Mason’s shoulder. “Mason! Answer me!”

“Jeremy called an ambulance but I don’t think we have that kind of time. Where was he hit, Ty?” Lacey kicked the covers the rest of the way off Mason’s limp frame then searched for his wound. The pool of blood slicking the right side of his abdomen hid the point of entry. She wadded the sheet into a compress then applied pressure to slow the bleeding.

Ty knelt near Mason’s shoulder, watching her in shock.

“Snap out of it! I need you to hold this. Please, Ty.
He
needs you.”

Tyler lurched for the bloody sheet, clamping it in place as she had moments ago. She leaned over Mason’s face, hoping for even the faintest whisper of breath but nothing stirred against her cheek. Sirens wailed in the background. She prayed they came from an ambulance. With calm efficiency borne of endless practice, Lacey tipped Mason’s head back then started CPR.

She inflated his chest with two quick breaths then started chest compressions. Thirty counts later, she covered his mouth once more.

Please, please be okay. Come back, Mason. We need you. Come back.

Halfway through the second set, Mason coughed then groaned as his eyes fluttered open. Though she wanted to smother him in desperate words of love, she focused on treating him. Lacey rolled him onto his side so that his blood didn’t spill as freely from his wound as she tugged him into the recovery position. From this angle, she could gather another wad of fabric to tuck against the exit wound on his back.

“You’re going to be okay, Mason.” Tyler promised things she wouldn’t. She’d seen patients in better condition slip away from them in the ER. “We’ve got you.”

Mason glanced up at her with pain-drenched eyes. He nodded when she didn’t reassure him. “Take care of each other. I love you.”

He slipped into unconsciousness as the cavalry stormed up the stairs. Jeremy flew into the room first, with paramedics two steps behind. “Christ!”

Lacey ignored his wild stare at the destroyed room, their state of undress, the noise and flashing lights. She ignored everything but the head EMT. A point by point account of Mason’s injuries and status as she knew it flew from her lips even as she assisted them in loading him onto the board for transport.

“Tyler needs attention. Blunt trauma to the right temple.” Another medic swooped to inspect the damage despite Ty’s attempts to rush to Mason’s side.

In a herd, they poured outside and piled in the ambulance for the second time this week. The police escort cleared the way as they raced to the hospital.

Please, God let us make it.

***

Tyler crushed Lacey to his chest as she cried uncontrollably. His brave, smart, coolheaded woman had kept her shit together until it no longer mattered. Now, she was inconsolable.

Another round of sobs wracked her diminutive frame against his chest. It didn’t surprise him when the racket roused Mason from his fitful, drug-induced slumber on the hospital bed beside them.

“I thought you said I’m not gonna buy the farm, doll?”

Even though she still cried, Lacey laughed, too. The impressive combination resulted in a very unladylike snort. “Not. You’re not. Promise.”

Ty smoothed her hair as best he could in spite of the clumps of dried blood making it stick out like a porcupine’s needles. “I tried to take her home. She needs to shower then crash. She assisted the ER team as they worked on you for six hours. But she’s being stubborn again. She won’t go.”

“Yes. You will.” Mason’s declaration wheezed between tight lips. “I can’t rest until you’re settled.”

Lacey objected. “I can shower here. I’ll take a nap in the lounge. I do it all the time when I pull a double. I’ll be fine.”

Even hopped up on pain meds, Mason saw through the ruse. “You’re afraid to go home.”

“I-I killed Gina. In my bedroom.” Fresh tears coursed down her puffy face.

“You had no choice, little one.” Ty squeezed her trembling body closer to his heart. “I think you scared twenty years off my life when I saw you facing off with her. How did you know she was out of bullets?”

“She told me she’d shot Razor. Then Mason.” She shuddered again. “I counted the rest.”

“What if that bitch had reloaded after Razor?” Their fellow officer hadn’t fared as well as Mason. His fate still hung in the balance. They’d managed to revive him but he lay in a coma in the intensive care unit. The doctors were split on their prognoses.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to consider it. I knew that if I didn’t pull the trigger, you could be next.”

Ty kissed her salty cheek. “Then you did the right thing, Lacey.”

“Take her home.” Mason directed the order at Ty. When she began to object once more he added. “Our apartment. For now.”

She went lax in his hold. “For now.”

“I love you both. Now get the hell out so I can sleep.”

Tyler grinned. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll put Lacey to bed the right way. Enjoy your Jell-O.”

“I love you too, Mason.” She wriggled from Ty’s grip to drop one last kiss on Mason’s forehead before holding out her hand. Ty grasped it, tugging her close.

“We’ll be back before you know it. Rest up.”

Epilogue

Lacey clutched the newspaper to her chest as they picked their way across the hilly terrain. Mason had lost so much weight during the past month, she knew he struggled to keep even their slow pace but he’d never admit it.

She had intended to keep her face averted from the two fresh graves at the bottom of the hill but she couldn’t help but look. It seemed a fitting reward for Jackson, and punishment for Gina, to bury them side by side. The twisted couple made the perfect pair. Seeing the dirt, with just a few sprouts of grass poking through, somehow gave her closure.

Their nightmare was over.

They continued up to the giant oak tree. Lacey tucked the sports section against the headstone of Rob’s grave between the dozens of flowers left by myriad friends. She kissed her fingers then pressed them to the granite, surprised it felt warm to the touch in the early winter morning. They’d come straight after picking her up from work. Recent events hadn’t done much to tone down the guys’ protectiveness but, suddenly, she didn’t mind so much.

After all, she loved them more with each passing hour.

Lacey didn’t realize she’d been talking out loud to her brother until she caught the nod Mason gave Tyler in response to some unvoiced question.

“Look, little one, I realize this is probably the weirdest place on earth to do this but…” Mason and Tyler both dropped to one knee at the foot of Rob’s grave.

“What are you two doing!” She covered her gaping mouth.

“We thought it appropriate to propose here. We hope he would finally approve.”

The first shaft of morning light to break over the mountains illuminated the contents of the jeweler’s box Tyler cracked open in front of her. The diamond burned with unnatural brilliance.

“This is your grandmother’s ring!”

“The last time I saw her before she passed away, she gave it to me. She dropped it in the center of my palm and told me she thought it would look stunning on you.” Tyler slid the ring onto her trembling finger.

“She was right.” Mason added, “Accept this promise from us, Lacey. We love you. Forever.”

“But…how will it work?” she whispered, in awe of the hushed intimacy. In a place others might have found creepy, she felt surrounded by loved ones. Rob, her parents, even Grandma Lambert were all here. For one moment, she thought she could see them just beyond the trees.

“The vows we exchanged that night, doll.” Mason drew her attention from the vision and when she looked again it was gone. “Did you mean them?”

Her heart filled with love all over again. “Of course.”

“So did we.” Tyler took her hand. “I consider us hitched. Mostly.”

She frowned. “You and I never said the words to each other.”

“How about we fix that in a traditional wedding? You can have your big white dress and we’ll make it official. As for the rest…we know.”

Lacey looked to Mason. He nodded in agreement. “You’re already mine in my heart.”

“Mine, too.” She kissed him.

“Then marry me?” Tyler asked.

“Yes!” She kissed him, too. “With one stipulation…”

“Uh oh.” He raised one brow.

“I don’t want to wear a big, ugly dress.” She grinned.

“Thank God,” the guys muttered together as they rose and headed back toward the truck.

Locked together, they crossed the wrought iron gate of the cemetery. Tyler boosted her into the cab. When they crammed onto the bench seat, Mason asked, “How about we grab some breakfast at the diner then drop by Morgan Wheeler’s place? I hear he’s into real estate now.”

Lacey hadn’t been back inside her house since the shooting. They’d agreed it might be time to move on from the past.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” Grandma Lambert’s diamond flashed when Lacey rested her hand on Mason’s thigh. She held the other out for Ty, who entwined their fingers.

“Do you think they have Spaghetti-O’s?” he asked.

They filled the cab with laughter as they began the journey of their life together.

Just before the dawn.

About the Author

Jayne Rylon's stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straightlaced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.

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