TREVOR SKIDDED to a halt beside Chris. “What the hell’s going on—” “I’m not sure.” He turned away when Trevor slipped his arm around his waist. The guy was definitely into staking his claim tonight. “Des, are you okay?” “Kyle! Oh, honey, are you all right—” A battered Des darted forward and fell to his knees at Kyle’s side. His lover’s normally pretty, perpetually sneering face was a mask of pain. He flinched when Des gently touched him. “Excuse me, Mr. Bellamere,” David said. “You know these people?” “Yes.” Chris shook off Trevor’s possessive arm. “Des, hon, why don’t you get Kyle to a hospital—” “Ambulance is on its way,” David said. He snapped his cell phone shut. “Thank you, officer,” Des said. “While we wait, can I get a statement?” “They just came out of nowhere,” Des said. “They started shouting, then one of them hit me. The next thing I know Kyle was screaming—” From the ground Kyle protested, “I was not screaming.”
