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Luna:Leaving now. Everything is good. Tell you when I get home.

Me:See you at the house in about twenty, baby.

After I texted her back, I slid the phone back into my pocket and got back to the wiring. In the time it would take Luna to get to the house, I would have it done.

I set the dash in place when I was finished and walked to the sink to wash my hands before I headed home.

“Hey, heading out. Got this one done,” I said and started for the door.

“Thanks for helping, Ghost,” Crusher said as he pulled his ringing cell from his pocket.

“Welcome. Just yell if ya need more help,” I said, and as I reached the door my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket to see Roscoe on the screen.

“Yo,” I said as I walked outside, then froze. My stomach rolled, and I clutched my chest as it tightened. Four words from Roscoe and my world shattered for the second time and took me to my knees.

“There’s been an accident.”

Chapter Nineteen

Luna

Raised voices were heard as I surfaced. Why the hell were people yelling? I opened my eyes and the bright light caused me to close them again. But not before a piercing pain shot through my head.

“Shit, that hurts,” I said and lifted a hand to my head.

“You don’t want to interrupt my work,” a man said, and my hand was grabbed, and my arm was brought down to my side.

“Luna, do you remember what happened?” The woman’s voice sounded familiar.

With my eyes still closed, I tried to think. I’d been at the house...

“Dr. Monroe? Did I pass out?”

“Take your time, it will come to you,” Dr. Monroe said softly.

“There, the last stitch. You’ll barely have a scar,” the man spoke again, and then I heard metal ping and the snap of rubber gloves.

A scar? From what? Then it all came flooding back. Doctor’s appointment, then driving back to Black Hawk. The pickup had been on my side of the road as I came around the curve. I swerved at the same time it jerked back to its lane. When it hit the side of the truck, I slid off the road and hit the hillside. The collision jerked my head to the window on the driver’s side as the airbag deployed, then darkness.

“I was in an accident. I remember coming to in the ambulance,” I said.

“Yes, you came to on the ride here. The EMT talked with you briefly before you went back out. That would be the concussion you sustained from hitting your head on the window. It’s also the reason the bright lights hurt. You can open your eyes now, Luna. The nurse turned the overheads out.”

“Did I cut my head?” I asked and eased my eyes open. My head still hurt, but with the lights out it was tolerable.

The male doctor stood at the foot of the bed writing in a chart while a nurse stood on one side of the bed and Dr. Monroe stood on the other.

“Not your head, your brow was lacerated and deep. Dr. Meaznan stitched it up. He was the ER doctor who examined you when they brought you in. We are waiting for a portable ultrasound to be brought down, then we will make sure the baby is doing okay,” Mac said, and patted my arm.

“Since you’re here with her, Dr. Monroe, I’m going to go check on one of my other patients, and I will be back.” Dr. Monroe nodded, and Dr. Meaznan waved the curtain aside and stepped out.

I moved my hands to rest on my stomach. If something happened to the baby, I wouldn’t be the only one destroyed.

“Is Brax in the waiting room?” I asked.

“I was told he and the others are on their way.” Mac looked at her watch. “I’m sure we will hear when they arrive.”

“He is going to be out of his mind,” I said and closed my eyes.

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