Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 17

“How’s it feel?” Vander gritted out. “To be trussed up like one of your dogs? Soon, you’ll be locked in a cage like one of them, too.”

Baker let out a gurgle.

“Come near my wife again, and there will be no cage. No one will ever find you.”

Brynn loved the man, but that low, scary tone made her shiver. And left her a little turned on.

Nearby, the dogs were still fighting.

Oh, no. She pressed her hands together. There was blood. A lot of blood. She swallowed. The pup was smaller, but it wasn’t giving up.

“Vander, we have to save him. And please try not to kill the pit bull either.”

“It’s an aggressive killer.” He ran a hand down her hair, like he was reassuring himself that she was all right. “It’ll be put down.”

“I know…but it’s been tortured. It’s not its fault.”

Vander sighed, then crouched down and grabbed the discarded chain. He swung it, and snapped it at the dogs. They leaped apart, snarling. Then Vander darted in. The pit bull whirled and growled at him.

“Hey!” Brynn yelled. She had no desire to see her husband get mauled.

It spun to face her, and Vander lunged. He clipped the chain to the pit bull’s collar, narrowly avoiding getting bitten.

The dog barked and yanked, but Vander jerked the chain. He dragged the dog over toward a nearby dumpster, and fastened the chain to it.

Brynn approached the pup. The poor guy looked a little dazed, and was covered in sweat and blood.

“Hey, boy.” Brynn spoke in a low, calm voice. “You protected me.”

It sat, its chest heaving.

Vander stepped up beside her. “It a young Belgian Malinois. We used the breed in the military. They make good guard dogs.”

“I freed him and some other pups earlier,” she said, carefully stroking the dog’s head.

She glanced at Vander and caught him rolling his eyes to the night sky.

“Of course, you stopped to free some dogs while you were abducted.” His tone was dry.

She ignored him. “There’s so much blood, Vander.”

Her husband crouched and checked the dog over. The pup tried to lick his face.

“He’s scratched up, but luckily, most of them aren’t too deep. I think he’ll be all right.”

She let out a breath. “Good.”

Then Vander rose, and yanked her to his chest. His mouth crashed down on hers.

Brynn leaned into the kiss. It was a little desperate, a little wild. The taste of him filled her. She felt the force of his love, and as she often did, marveled that she had this magnificent man in her life.

His fingers flexed on her. “I warned you to never get hurt.”

She sank her hands into his black hair. “I’m not hurt.”

“You’re not allowed to get kidnapped, either.”

“I knew my gorgeous, dangerous husband would find me.”