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Panic seized me. “Those guys!” They couldn’t come back. They couldn’t get Shane. Wait. I was okay. Shane had a gun.

“In here.” That was another voice and Shane was slowing down.

“I got her. Make room.” Shane’s voice was now rough as he passed me to someone else.

I looked up. It was the new guy from yesterday. Idaho? No. That wasn’t right. Why couldn’t I remember?

“Okay.” That was Shane.

And I was being passed right back to Shane, who was in a truck. He held me in his arms, going all the way to the inside and a second later, Corvette slid into the seat next to us, Aly tucked in his arms. He was cradling her like a baby, and I knew Aly. Her huge size of ten (I’m being very sarcastic here) did a number on her self-esteem, but he was cradling her like a baby and our eyes met since he had her the other way on his chest. We both were noting the same thing, and she started laughing a little.

Corvette froze, his head jerking down to take her in.

I started laughing, which made Shane hug me a little tighter. “Ow. My ribs.”

He loosened his hold immediately.

I looked up. “No. It’s from laughing.” I looked back to Aly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m not really sure.”

The Idaho guy got behind the wheel, and another guy jumped in the passenger side. Both slammed their doors shut, as Shane opened his window a little. “Thank you for the use of your dogs.”

I heard a muffled voice, but then we were off and we were going fast too.

Shane put his window back up, saying, “Hit the heat, Roadie.”

The heat’s fan blasted a second later.

“Should we call her man?” I couldn’t tell who that came from. Shane’s heat was pulling me back down, and we were in a moving vehicle. Sleeping in a moving vehicle was my favorite.

“Not yet.”

I heard Aly say something.

Shane responded, but …

“They were outside all night?”

I woke again, hearing that question as I was being put on a bed, then wheeled down a hallway.

Shane answered, coming with us, “Yes. We found them this morning.”

“What time?”

“A little after five.”

“And they were outside, why?”

I was a bit more coherent this time, and I waited for what Shane would respond with. He didn’t.

“Sir, do I need to call the police?”

“No fucking cops,” he growled.

We were moving into a room, and as we did, I lifted my head, taking in the scene around me. At Shane’s growl, Roadie and Boise moved next to Shane, all three giving the doctor a meaningful look.

“I see.” The doctor’s response was tight. His eyes narrowed. “I need the room. You three will need to step out. We have a lobby where you can wait. I’ll have one of the nurses show you.”

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