She'd been yelling at him for five minutes straight. Not that he blamed her. Carlos had rammed that SUV in the lead so hard the hood had flown off. The red car following close on the SUV's tail had ricocheted off the SUV's bumper and then the driver's side of Carlos's truck. It had been one hell of a gutsy move to T-bone them. Niall marveled at Carlos's love for his sister. That was something else. There weren't a lot of women who could drive a man to risk a trip to the ICU. Apparently, Cruz was one of them. "I told you," Niall said calmly. "We. Are. Not. Going. Back. You heard Carlos. He wants us out of Austin." "I also heard him groaning in pain." She turned those tearful doe-eyes on him and Niall nearly caved. "Please." He locked his gaze on the windshield. "No." "I thought you were his best friend? Don't you care about him?" Her accusing tone cut right through him. "Don't." Niall fixed her with a warning stare. "Carlos and I bled on the battlefield. Two men can't get closer than we are without exchanging vows.
