The lights and sounds that came barreling down the street assaulted me. The sirens pierced the otherwise silent night while Lissa and I sat staring at the scene unfolding in front of us. The sky was lit up in a prism of red, white, and blue. My head kept telling me something was wrong, but my heart refused to believe it. Less than two hundred yards in front of us lay Gray's Harley, and my husband had been on his knees with his back to us for far too long. Lissa hadn't said anything, and neither had I.
My lungs ejected one ragged breath after another as the road filled with emergency workers-fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars circled the epicenter of chaos. The only two men alive I'd ever loved were both inside that ring of lights, and I couldn't sit idly by wondering if one of them was hurt. I was pissed Gray had pulled the shit he had tonight, but I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to him.