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toward him. “Macey was raped, brother.”
    “What do you mean? She was supposed to be at my place.”
    “It happened before she met up with Payton.”
    “Fuck!” Dallas snapped. “Did you get the bastard?”
    “Yeah,” Brock said. “I killed him.”
    “Was it the Highland guy?”
    “He wasn’t wearing a kilt.”
    “What the hell, Brock?” Dallas fisted his hand in Brock’s shirt. “You better start talking.”
    “Macey was on the phone with Payton and she heard a man’s voice, but the call disconnected soon after. Payton tried to call her back, but Macey wasn’t answering her calls and I was close, so I promised I’d check on her. I got there just before the cops. Apparently, neighbors had heard screaming coming from her unit. I walked in on… well… yeah, I shot him.”
    “Walked in on what, Brock?”
    Brock shook his head “I’m not gonna give you anymore details, Dal. I told Jax everything, but you need to keep that shit out of your head.”
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck !” he bellowed. “I want to see her.”
    “She’s out. Alec gave her a heavy sedative.”
    “Where’s my brother now?” Dallas demanded.
    “He was at the nurse’s station a little while ago.”
    “I’m gonna sit with Macey.”
    “Just gotta warn you, Dal. She’s in bad shape,” Brock said. “Her face is swollen pretty bad. He cut her up, but Alec said the cuts were superficial.”
    Dallas stamped down his rage. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what she looks like, Brock. You need to get the hell out of my way so I can go and see her.”
    Brock nodded and stepped back, his hands raised in surrender.
    Dallas headed into Macey’s room, dim from the pulled curtains, but not dark enough to hide the damage done to the beautiful woman. He pulled the chair beside her bed and tried to find a place on her face that wasn’t bruised or damaged to kiss, but it didn’t exist, so he took the hand that didn’t have a monitor on it and lifted it to his lips. He could smell her perfume. The vanilla and citrus scent that made him smile whenever she was close.
    Dallas forced back tears. “Hey, baby. I’m here.”
    She didn’t answer him, not that he expected her to, but if he could just hear her voice, he’d know she was okay. The thought of anyone touching her filled him with a rage he couldn’t fathom. Light spilled into the room and he looked up to see his brother walking inside.
    “Hey, Dal,” Alec whispered.
    Dr. Alec Stone was older than Dallas by two years, and the golden boy of the family. Dark blond hair, green eyes, he and Dallas resembled each other structurally, but their coloring was very different.
    “How is she, really?” Dallas demanded.
    “She’s stable.”
    “Details, Alec.”
    Alec took her pulse. “Legally, I can’t give you details. You know that.”
    “But you’re going to tell me anyway.”
    “No, I’m not,” Alec countered. “Not unless she says it’s okay.”
    “Fuck you, Alec.” Dallas pushed up from the chair and advanced on his brother. “You know what she means to me.”
    “I’m sorry, Dal. Truly. I know you had plans this weekend, and I’m pretty confident of what that outcome would have been, but even so, my hands are tied.”
    Yeah, he had plans. Plans to make life with Macey forever. “Tell me,” Dallas demanded.
    “I can’t .” Alec shook his head. “Now, are you gonna give me room to take care of my patient?”
    Dallas dragged his hands through his hair, stepping back so his brother could examine Macey. After that, Dallas was awarded no more time alone with her. A barrage of family and friends were ever-present, partially to check on her, but mostly, he suspected, to make sure he was okay.
    “Dallas, honey.” Brock’s mother, Melissa, laid a hand on his shoulder. “We’re going to get something to eat. Why don’t you join us?”
    He shook his head, smiling up at the woman who’d become like a second mother to him. “I’m gonna stay.”
    She stroked his cheek.