Page 128 of The Chance

Stillness claims me, slowing my heart rate for the first time in a week.

It almost feels … too real.

“Tyro.”

Warmth settles over me like a blanket at the name and I lean as far into his dream that I can.

Blunt scratching along my scalp has tingles spreading all down my back and across my cheeks.

“Baby, you’re killing my fucking hand.”

I shoot upright, hair falling into my widening eyes as the sight before me burns into them.

All I can do is blink at the blinding smirk aimed at me, his hand hanging in the space between us, his eyes open and staring right at me.

“Mac?”

My lip wobbles when his grin grows.

“I would say evil twin, but that title’s already taken.” He gives a half shrug, then drops his free hand back to the bed.

The chuckle that comes out of me is so fucking watery it might as well be a sob. “God, I’m so fucking glad to see you.”

He snickers. “You act like I was in a coma or something.”

My stomach drops.

“Mac … youwere.”

His brows furrow before he does a sweep of the room, then they meet in the middle with how deep his scowl becomes.

“That’s fucked. All I remember is Peach yelling at me to—”

He goes stock still, blanching even more.

I swallow hard.

“Oh, my God.Peach.”

Grabbing his wrists when he starts ripping at cords and monitors, I lean until my face is all he can see.

“He’s next door, okay?” His eyes are glassy and full of pain.Just like mine. “But he’s gonna be okay. He’s busted up, but he’s gonna be all right.”

I swallow when Mac nods and muster all the strength I can to keep my own emotions at bay.

Peach might be alert and better than he was when I saw him last, but that doesn’t change the fact that had I not been anoblivious asshole, he never would have ended up here in the first place.

But he’s alive.

Mac’s alive.

And that’s more than I deserve.

Chapter Seventy-Six

Mac

“Drive around for yourtotal.”

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