Hiding From Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 2) by Olivia Jaymes

this for a living West would be meeting up with him eventually.
    “What happens now?” Gigi’s voice quivered and his heart twisted at her anguished tone. She’d been frightened, worried about his ugly ass, which was sweet. It kind of gave him hope that maybe she cared a little. Or a lot.
    “Grab your toothbrush and we’ll go spend the night at Travis’s house. This is a crime scene technically and we both need some sleep.”
    Travis had a big house on the ranch and he wouldn’t mind being woken in the middle of the night. In all probability the workaholic was awake and staring at the screen of his laptop while drinking a beer.
    It only took a moment for Gigi to pull on a pair of blue jeans and grab a toothbrush, stuffing it into her purse. West gave Travis a quick call to let him know they were coming and that he’d get all the details when they arrived. By the time West locked the front door he was ready to put this night behind him. A complete cluster.
    “Do you need anything else from me, Lou?” West asked, one arm around Gigi as they stood outside. Most of his neighbors had become bored and gone back to bed except for a few stragglers here and there. Jerry was still standing where West had left him, watching the EMTs lift the suspect from the ground and onto the gurney.
    “We’re good. But I’m guessing the chief is going to want you to file your own report.”
    They were supposed to get on the road in a few hours but that plan was blown all to hell. But he wouldn’t leave Gigi right now when she was so scared. There would be time enough for police procedure in the morning.
    “You’re probably right. I’ll come by tomorrow. There’s not much to tell.”
    The EMTs were rolling the gurney toward the ambulance and West held out his arm to stop them for a moment. “Is he going to make it?”
    The man’s forehead was covered in blood along with several cuts on his arms and he appeared to be unconscious. They’d stabilized him with a neck brace and a backboard in case he had more serious injuries.
    “I think so,” the taller EMT assured West. “Although he took a hell of a knock to the head. He’s probably going to need surgery for that leg too.”
    Gigi came up beside West and placed her hand on his arm. She’d calmed down, the color back in her face.
    “Is he dead?” she whispered.
    “No. He’ll be okay. Eventually.”
    Gigi peered down at the man and West heard her quickly indrawn breath. She must be squeamish about blood and guts.
    “Why don’t you wait for me in the truck?”
    Her fingers dug into his arm, the nails scoring his flesh painfully. “I know him.”
    “You’ve seen him in the diner or around town?”
    Gigi might be able to help them identify the one that got away as well. Maybe things were looking up after all.
    “No.” Her voice was choked and she looked up at him, a tortured expression across her pretty features. “I know him from Chicago. He works for Alan.”
    Her knees seemed to buckle at that moment and he had to catch her to keep from sprawling on the grass. Tears were falling down her cheeks and she fisted his shirt in her hands and buried her face in his chest.
    “Oh God. He’s found me. I have to get out of here right now. Tonight. I can’t stay.”
    That wasn’t an option but getting her to safety was now his top priority. How this Alan asshole had found her West didn’t know, but he wouldn’t let this guy within five miles of Gigi. The fucker would have to go through West’s cold dead body.
    “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me. He didn’t get to you earlier and no one is going to get to you tonight or any other night. Do you hear me, Gigi?”
    She nodded, rubbing her cheek on the damp cotton of his shirt but she didn’t speak, her trembling body communicating her terror better than any words could have.
    If Alan Morton wanted to come after Gigi then it was game on. West had planned to deal with this sick bastard