Chapter 7
7
Aubrey was obviously upset, but she was keeping it hidden. She stood there, between him, Caine, and Dathan, quiet and shivering a little. It was chilly—and she had a jacket inside her car. But Caine had told her not to touch her car until the cops said she could. Guthrie had grabbed a sweatshirt out of his truck for her. It was Greer’s; his sister had left it behind when he’d driven her to work a few days ago. Aubrey had taken the shirt almost on autopilot.
Guthrie made the decision that he was going to just take care of Aubrey however he could while they waited for Caine’s brother-in-law to show up. The brother-in-law had been called to take the report courtesy of the Value sheriff. Clay Addy was out on a call, assisting the Garrity County sheriff with something drug-related, and all available deputies were elsewhere in their county. But Caine’s brother-in-law had been in the area, helping his twin brother with some sort of home remodel about six miles from the hospital. He could get there the quickest.
Guthrie was good with that—Caine’s brother-in-law was also Guthrie’s brother George’s brother-in-law. Guthrie had known Murdoch Lake for almost ten years now, since George had gotten Murdoch’s precious baby sister pregnant accidentally, then scooped her up and married her as quickly as George possibly could. Before Ronnie’s brothers—she had three—could rip George apart and everything. He trusted Murdoch to be thorough.
Guthrie put one hand on Aubrey’s shoulder and pulled her closer—and away from Dathan. It took him a moment to realize his problem with Dathan, a man he respected and considered a friend.
It all had to do with her. He knew the other man was interested in Aubrey, but that just wasn’t going to happen.
Guthrie wanted her. Period.
He just pulled her closer. There would be time enough for figuring out Aubrey Fisher when he had her home.
Guthrie wasn’t leaving her side.