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“You okay?” Kyle’s at my side in an instance.

The cut is deep, and blood is pouring out.

He responds quickly, grabbing a bunch of napkins and pressing it to my hand. “Put pressure on it.” Then he dashes to the back door. “TJ!”

He catches them right before TJ climbs in his truck with Gigi.

Kyle motions him over, and they both come running.

The next thing I know, they’re herding me toward their truck to take me to the emergency room, and Kyle is at my side.

“I’ve got to shut the food truck down, then I’ll be right behind you, okay?”

“That’s not necessary,” I protest, but he won’t hear it. His eyes latch onto TJ’s. “Hurry up, brother. It’s bleeding bad.”

“I got her, Kyle. Don’t worry.”

Then TJ is pulling away, and Kyle stands at the curb, watching us.

We get to the hospital, and I’m rushed into the second curtained cubicle. A nurse checks me and wraps a clean bandage around my wound.

“The doctor will be in to see you shortly.”

“Will she need stitches?” Gigi asks.

“Possibly,” the nurse says, being non-committal. She leaves us, and Gigi squeezes my uninjured hand.

“Are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just throbbing.”

She grins. “Maybe they’ll give you something good for the pain.”

That gets a smile out of me.

“Can I ask you something?” she says.

“Sure.”

“Every time I see you and Kyle together, I can’t help feeling that it’s you two who should have ended up together. Not you and Rafe.”

“Do you want to know the truth? It was Kyle who first attracted my attention. But then Rafe made a move, and Kyle just backed off.”

“I wonder why he stepped aside.”

“I guess I was easy to give up.”

“You have no idea how untrue that is,” a deep voice says.

I jerk my head and see Kyle standing there.

Gigi’s gaze shifts between us. “I, um, think I’ll go get a coffee. Want anything? No? Okay.”

She steps out.

Kyle moves forward, gesturing to my hand. “How is it?”

“The doctor should be in soon. The nurse thought I might need stitches.”

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