Page 150 of Montana Manhunt

Noah recounted the events of the night, ending with the rush to transport Violet to the same hospital as Rayne.

“Looks like Artemis will be sidelined for a few weeks.” Brent turned his head to stare pointedly at Noah. “Echo is due for a rotation at home. Might be time for a vacation, don’t you think?”

Noah froze. “Yes, sir.”

Another nod. “Let me know if you need a jet. I’ll work something out.”

He knew. Was Brent suggesting what Noah thought he was? “Thank you, sir.”

“Send me an invitation. Rowan loves weddings and will be unhappy if you leave us out of the loop.”

His lips curved. “Understood, sir.”

Soon, the surgeon walked into the waiting room. “Mr. Mann?”

Noah stood, as did Brent. “How is she?”

“Ms. Trevelyan came through the operation well. The surgery went exactly as I expected. I repaired the damage to her shoulder and thigh, and she should have a full recovery, barring any complications.”

“How long will she be out of commission, Doc?” Brent asked.

“Six weeks for the shoulder. Less for the leg. Ms. Trevelyan will also need physical therapy to regain her arm mobility. How fast she progresses is up to her. I’d guess around three months, though.”

Brent grimaced.

“I want to see her,” Noah said. He needed to see for himself that Violet was on the mend.

“She should be in recovery now. A nurse will be along shortly to take you to Ms. Trevelyan.”

“Look, Doc, her sister’s funeral is this afternoon. Is there any way she can attend? Camilla was her only remaining family member.” In Noah’s book, Rosalie didn’t count.

“Let’s give her a few hours to fully wake up, then we’ll see.”

Minutes later, a nurse walked into the waiting room. “Mr. Mann, I’m here to take you to Ms. Trevelyan.”

Brent squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”

After a nod, Noah followed the nurse to the fourth floor and down a long corridor. She led him into a large room sectioned off by curtains and headed for the corner on the right side of the room. The nurse parted the curtain and stepped back for Noah to enter the enclosed area.

He walked to the bedside and wrapped his hand around Violet’s. When she didn’t stir, Noah used his foot to move a chair close to the bed. He looked at all the wires and IVs hooked up to his woman, then studied her beloved face. Despite what she’d been through in the past few hours, Violet’s color was good.

When she squeezed his hand, Noah sat forward. “Violet? Can you hear me?”

“Noah,” she murmured.

Thank God. “Do you remember where you are?”

“Mmm. Can’t miss the smell of terrible coffee and antiseptic cleansers. No other place has that blend of scents but a hospital.”

He chuckled, the band around his chest loosening. If Violet could joke with him, she was recovering her senses rapidly. “How do you feel?”

“Can’t feel my shoulder or thigh, so I feel good at the moment.” Violet opened her eyes. “How’s Rayne?”

“In recovery as well. She’s on the other side of the recovery room.”

“What about the little girl and her mom?”

“They’re fine. Grant and Brent defused the bombs.”

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