Chapter TwelveAutumn secured her holster around her waist before slipping on a loose black tee. Then she wiggled her feet into a pair of boots that laced tightly up her leg. An extra clip for her pistol sat on her nightstand, bullets loaded. With a steady hand Autumn shoved it into the already tight pocket of her jeans, and then slid the gun securely into its holster.
She took a long heart throbbing look into Josie's healing face. Her bruised chest rose and fell with steady healing breath. Josie had been kept comfortable with very strong painkillers since Jeremy took over her caretaking. He was like a mother bear, constantly checking up on her. He'd even went so far as to help her wash up, as well as rummaging through Autumn's clothes to keep her dry and comfortable after each round of fe
