Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

“Which means a .45 isn’t going to do anything to me except piss me off.” “What about bear spray? Does bear spray work?” “Why are you asking?” “Why aren’t you telling?” Dag ran into the house, a giant metal white box gripped in his big hands. He froze when he saw Charlie. “Oh, my God!” he gasped. “You’re dying!” Charlie’s eyes crossed. “Can we all calm down? There’s no need to be hysterical.” “How are we hysterical?” Berg asked. “By running in, assuming I’m dying—” “You are drenched in blood,” Berg reminded her. “And your shoulder looks really weird,” Dag flatly added. “That just needs to be yanked back into place.” She scratched her chin. “And a little duct tape on the gunshot wounds will stop the bleeding.” “You’re not a headlight on an old Chevy,” Berg told her. She rolled her eyes but before she said anything, she suddenly sniffed the air. “I got a pie in the oven. Wait here.” Charlie walked away and Berg looked at his brother. Together, they headed toward the kitchen behind Charlie, but Berg’s dog ran in first, his sister’s towel still caught in his mouth. He stopped in front of Berg and stood there. Being annoying. “You are killing me.”

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