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The nurse flashes me an annoyed look, but doesn’t argue. “Fine, but the moment you get in the way, you will be sent to the waiting room, where you will stay until the doctor is finished and she is in recovery.”

“Thank you.” I say, softening my hard tone. “Just please save her.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

FRANCESCA

One week later

If I thought getting stabbed was bad, being shot is like having the winning lottery ticket and losing it right before you claim the jackpot.

It’s been the worst pain of my life and healing is so slow, but at least I’m out of the hospital from surgery and able to be at the Savannah Sharks game.

According to the police reports and hospital documents, I fell down the stairs and broke my leg resulting in an emergency surgery.

There has been no mention of the gunshot wound, loss of blood, or our involvement with the shit that happened at the Rossi estate.

The Rossi home partially burnt down last week. According to the new reporters and papers, it was a completely unrelated accident that was the result of Jax Rossi making drugs.

The police have confirmed my family isn’t tied to the Rossi house fire in any way, but we all know the police have been paid off by Dad.

It helps that drugs and drug making paraphernalia were found in the Rossi home.

I use my crutches and slowly make my way to the couch in the suite with a cast on my leg.

Alexandra grabs some snacks and a couple of bottles of water before walking over to me. “Here. That way, you don’t have to get up. You need to stay off your leg.”

I take the offered snacks and say, “Hey, the doctor said as long as I don’t overdo it, I can resume work and extracurricular activities, like coming to the games.”

She leans close and whispers, “And other extracurricular activities, I hope.”

I grin. Yeah, the doctor didn’t want to allow that, but Rhett and I promised to keep it gentle, missionary, and slow.

She returns my grin and walks over to my dad as my phone dings with a text message.

Picking it up, I see it’s from Rhett.

William, Chad, and Coach Bobby are hesitant to let me play, but since you are here, they are allowing it on a game by game basis.

I smile at my phone and reply.

Yay! Skate fast and play hard, but don’t get hurt because I have plans tonight.

“Rhett is finally cleared to play again.” I tell Alexandra since she asked me earlier today if I’ve heard from him.

“That’s great. I’m sure he’s glad to be back.”

That’s an understatement of a century.

Rhett doesn’t like being told what to do. He wants to be on the ice, and he wants to play the game.

Sure, I might have been able to distract him this past week while being cooped up in the hospital, but I could tell he was missing the ice.

As I eat my snacks, I let my gaze wander down to the ice where the team is warming up. He’s not out there yet, but he’s probably changing into his uniform and lacing up his skates.

Spencer Reed and Joey are passing the puck back and forth across our half of the ice as Gage Roberts tries to intercept it.

It must be their own version of monkey in the middle.

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