“Val.” Wyatt exhaled and inched over the few feet of cement separating them. “Christ, you’re too still.” He pulled himself to Val’s side.
He pressed one hand to Val’s chest and let out a long, loud sigh of relief. Val’s chest rose and fell in a stable rhythm, and his heart was beating, strong and steady. He was sprawled flat on his back. A large purple and red bruise covered one cheek.
Wyatt pulled himself closer and brushed Val’s hair away from his face. “This is my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Even though Val was younger than Kevin, quick and agile, the fact remained he was no match for a man well trained in hand-to-hand combat. Kevin had come prepared for Wyatt to escape the car. The tire iron was likely as much for the glass of the windows as it was to use on Wyatt if needed. The Taser was no doubt Kevin’s insurance to make sure he took Wyatt down. They had trained together for years. A fist fight between Kevin and Wyatt was a fairly even contest. Kevin was too smart to trust that he’d be victorious and had taken into account Wyatt’s extra incentive in protecting Val.
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