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a wink. “Connor and Joel are here and handling questions and the guy two doors down who’s demanding answers.”
    “Davis.” Lara’s eyes welled up as she breathed out his name.
    “I’m okay, hon.” Davis caught her when she leaped at him from the doorway straight into his arms. Ducking down, he buried his face in her hair and whispered something only they could hear.
    The moment was so personal and intimate that it almost hurt to watch them. Jocelyn could feel the love pulse between them. She thought she saw Davis’s hand tremble as he rubbed it up and down Lara’s back. Heard the soft sobs as Lara nodded but kept her face tight against her husband’s cheek.
    Finally Davis lifted his head and his voice sounded gruffer than before. “Ben took the brunt of the damage.”
    Ben shook his head. “You got hit in the stomach.”
    “What?” Lara lifted Davis’s shirt, revealing a flat stomach and an already blue bruise.
    “Ribs. I’m more concerned about Ben’s bleeding.”
    Ben waved him off. “Later.”
    Jocelyn could barely keep up. Each man pointed to the other as being injured even though they both looked rough.
    She put a hand on Ben’s chest, the only place not covered in blood. “We need to get you inside.”
    Davis nodded. “Listen to your woman.”
    She didn’t bother to correct him. Ben stayed quiet, too, and she had no idea what that meant. Probably that he’d lost enough blood to be incoherent.
    Without any fanfare, Jocelyn lifted Ben’s shirt, or tried to. The caked blood made it stick to his skin. She hoped that meant the slash wasn’t deep and had already stopped seeping.
    “Where’s our friend?” Davis asked as he wrapped an arm around Lara and pulled her in close for a kiss on the forehead.
    The question drifted around Jocelyn. She heard it and it took a second before it registered. “Wait, who are you talking about?”
    “We caught one.” Ben jerked when her fingers brushed close to the stomach wound. “Careful there.”
    As far as she could tell, the man was skipping over some important information. “There was more than one?”
    “Two.” Ben started to turn and his hand shot to his bleeding shoulder. “The breathing one is passed out in the garage.”
    Davis picked that moment to smile. “Did you help him fall asleep?”
    When Ben didn’t answer, an eerie quiet settled on the night. Sirens wound down and she could see the flashing lights and hear an older woman’s voice.
    None of that mattered. Ben beating someone up and dragging him across the yard did. “Ben?”
    “He shot me. Or his accomplice did. I can’t really remember.” Ben shook his head and his balance faltered.
    “Yeah, he needs to sit down.” Davis reached Ben first. Putting his shoulder under Ben’s good arm, Davis got them up the last step to the back door and leaned him against the jamb. “I’ll find Joel and send him in before I check on our guest.”
    Anxiety welled inside Jocelyn. Good guys or not, going after someone tied to a chair made what was left in her stomach sour.
    “What are you going to do?” Not that she knew what she wanted the answer to be. Police made her wary. So did hiding a guy in the garage and knocking him around to get some answers.
    “I hope Connor will be able to head off the police so I have time to ask our friend some questions.”
    “He’s unconscious,” she pointed out.
    Davis shrugged. “He’ll wake up eventually.”
    Lara stepped in front of her husband. “No.”
    “He’s tied up.” He acted as if that explained everything.
    To Jocelyn it made the whole idea sickening. “Which is the problem.”
    Ben pushed off from the wall and stood up, wobbling slightly. “I’m going with you.”
    Jocelyn still couldn’t wrap her mind around the conversation or what Davis planned to do. “Are you going to torture the guy?”
    He frowned at her. “No.”
    Relief zoomed through her.
    Then Ben opened his mouth. “He did try to kill us.”
    “That’s not an