"You got it, kid. That's the privilege of age. Now shut up and get in the fucking car. "
John frowned as if he'd just noticed Butch had rolled up in the Escalade.
"And you," Tohr said in a softer tone. "Do everyone a favor and get that shoulder dealt with. Afterward, you can call him a fuck-twit, an ass-hat, and any other thing that strikes you - but right now, that injury of yours is reknitting in three or four different bad ways. You need to see our surgeons fast, and as you are a reasonable female, I know you see the merits of what I'm saying - "
Tohr took his forefinger and shoved it in John's face. "Shut. Up. And no, she's going to get herself back to the compound. Aren't you, Xhex. She's not getting in that SUV with you. "
John's hands started going, but they stopped when Xhex said, "Okay. I'll head north now. "
"Good. Come on, son. " Tohr shoved John in the direction of the SUV, prepared to pick him up by the short hairs if he had to. "Time to have a little ride. "
Man, John was so pissed off, you could have fried an egg on his forehead.
Tough. Shit. Tohr whipped open the passenger-side door and packed the fighter into the front seat like he would have an overnight duffel, or a set of golf clubs, or maybe a bag of groceries.
"Can you do the seat belt yourself like a big boy - or should I work it for you?"
John's lip curled up, his fangs making a reveal.
Tohr just shook his head and propped an arm on the SUV's black body paint. Man, he was fucking tired. "Listen to me - as a male who's been in your boots with this kind of thing a million times, you two have to have some space right now. Separate corners, a little calm-down - then you can talk shit through and. . . " His voice got gruff. "Well, makeup sex is fantastic, if memory serves. "
John Matthew's mouth formed a couple variations on fuck. Then he slammed his head back against the rest. Twice.
Mental note: Have Fritz check for structural damage to the seat.
"Trust me, son. The pair of you are going to do this from time to time, and you might as well start to deal with it rationally now. Took me a good fifty years of making shit worse till I figured out a better way to handle arguments. Learn from my mistakes. "
John's head cranked over, and he started to mouth, I love her so much. I'd die if anything happened to h -
When he stopped short, Tohr took a deep breath through the pain in his chest. "I know. Trust me. . . I know. "
Shutting the door with a clap, he went around to Butch's side. When the window was put down, he said quietly, "Drive slow and take the long route. Let's try to have her in and out of surgery before he gets there. Last thing we need is him riding Manny's ass in the OR. "
The cop nodded. "Hey, you want a ride back? You don't look so hot. "
"I'm fine. "
"Are you sure you know what those two words mean?"
"Yup. Later. "
When he turned away, he saw that Xhex was gone, and knew there was a good probability she had done what she'd said she was going to. Even though she was as pissed off as John, it was doubtful she'd be stupid about her health, or their future.
Females, after all, were not just the fairer sex, but the fairly reasonable one. Which was the only reason the race had survived this long.
As the Escalade eased off at a snail's pace, Tohr anticipated all the fun Butch was going to have on the way home. Hard not to feel sorry for the poor bastard.
Annnnnnd then he faced off at his peanut galley. Looked like the cop from Boston wasn't the only one about to get an earful, and sure enough, each one of the males lobbed a sentence back at him:
"Time to go back to the training center. "
"You need treatment. "
"You are a reasonable male, and I know you see the merits of what I'm saying. "
"Don't be an asshole. "
Rhage summed up the regurgitation with two words: "Kettle. Black. "