Spirit Warrior by S. E. Smith Page B

go back, you’ll be coming with us.
     

Chapter 12
    The next few days flew by, literally. Allie had been ready to strangle Jacob once they were back downstairs. He had paced back and forth the whole time, glaring at anyone who got too close to his brother, Indy, or her. He’d been in pure protective mode as the street filled with flashing lights.
    Jonathan had held Indy the whole time. One look at his face and the paramedic knew that Jonathan wasn’t about to release Indy from his protective embrace. Allie couldn’t keep from giggling as the female paramedic rolled her eyes at him when he snarled that Indy wasn’t going anywhere, but home. She was just thankful that neither Jonathan nor Jacob had drawn their guns, especially considering how many law enforcement agents were running around. Trey had finally pulled two of the local police officers over and told them to watch the two bass-ackward cowboys while he dealt with removing Hammond, Wild, and the bodyguards.
    The paramedic diagnosed Indy as suffering from exhaustion. She had some bruising, but it was minor and would heal in a week or two. She recommended having Indy checked out at the local hospital to just be sure.
    “I would prefer to have Aleaha check her out,” Allie suggested as the paramedic turned away.
    “I just want to get Indy out of here,” Jonathan murmured with a nod as he looked at all the tall buildings, flashing lights, and the large crowd of men and women carrying guns. “Somewhere I know I can protect her.”
    If Allie thought Jonathan was protective of her friend before, it was nothing compared to what he was now. Once the paramedic released Indy with the instructions for Jonathan to make sure she got rest and to see her local doctor as soon as possible, they had left. Allie was thankful for Trey’s help. Trey had impatiently thrown the keys to his SUV to her and told her he’d pick it up at the airport. Indy had barely woken throughout the entire trip back home.
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    Allie sighed as she walked up the steps leading to the bedroom where Indy and Jonathan were staying. She balanced the tray of fresh water, ice tea and clean glasses. Jonathan refused to leave Indy for more than a few minutes and she knew he was probably thirsty. Her mom was making lunch downstairs. Allie knew he had to be starving. He had barely eaten anything since they got home.
    A smile curved her lips when she heard her brother, Taylor, talking to Jacob downstairs. Her little brother had arrived early this morning. As usual, the house was much livelier when he was home.
    She paused outside the door, balancing the tray, as she raised her hand to knock. It was partially open, but she didn’t want to startle Jonathan by just walking in. She pushed it open with her hip when he called out for her to enter.
    “Hi, I brought some fresh water and ice tea for you. Mom is making lunch. I can watch Indy if you want to go down and grab a bite to eat,” she said, stepping into the bedroom.
    She glanced at the bed where Indy was peacefully sleeping. A tender smile curved her lips. Aleaha had given Indy another thorough examination after they made it home. Her diagnosis agreed with the paramedics in Los Angeles. Rest, food, and more rest was what Indy needed to heal.
    Jonathan glanced up at her and smiled his thanks. He was reclining on the bed next to Indy, reading the reports that Trey had sent over. Trey had been very clear that the information in it was to remain confidential as the investigation was still in progress. His brow was creased as he tried to understand some of the legal terms.
    Allie set the tray on the small table near the window. Turning, she walked over to the bed. She sat down on the right side, next to Indy.
    “I’m not that hungry. She still hasn’t really woken up,” he murmured, setting the papers down on his lap. “I’m worried about her.”
    “Aleaha said all Indy needs is a few days of rest,” She knows what she is talking about, Jonathan. I