Page 7 of To Catch a Thief

Margaret’s eyebrow crept a little higher. “And if you’d stayed back as instructed, I might not be visiting you in the hospital.”

He swallowed. “If there hadn’t been a dog, they wouldn’t have known I was under the window.”

She nodded. “But it was unusual we had this much information. Sage, you need to listen to your partner.”

“I… I will.” Was his job on the line? Sweat raced down his spine. He was worthless without his job.

“I understand the doctor hasn’t cleared you for duty,” Margaret said.

“I’m hoping to change his mind.” Bile crept into his throat. He couldn’t spew in front of a superior. “I’m being released tomorrow.”

“That’s good news.” Margaret stood. “I want you back on the job.”

He relaxed. “That’s what I want, too.”

How else could Sage live up to his family’s code of honor? Sitting around, seeing if his vision cleared and his head stopped hurting wasn’t their way. From his father who was a Medal of Honor recipient, to his oldest brother, the fireman, who ran into burning buildings, and his other brother who was a rescue diver in the Coast Guard, he needed to make them proud.

Margaret pointed a finger at him. “Heal and follow doctor’s orders.”

“Will do.” When the door closed behind her, Sage exhaled. That ordeal was over.

Getting to his feet was iffy. This morning he’d almost taken a header just getting to the john. Second time should be easier.

He threw off the blanket, eased his legs over the side and stood. The world wobbled. He hung on, not caring that his ass was flying free. Scooting around the foot of the bed—next time he would exit the other side—he lurched to the wall, collapsing and catching his breath.

In the bathroom, he did what he needed and clutched the door and then the door frame. It was four or five steps to the bed. Easy. His head swam with each step. The last step was more a stumble. He face-planted at the foot of the bed.

Clapping came from the doorway. “Bravo.”

He tugged on the stupid gown and covered his ass. “Shut up, Farrell.”

Kaden walked into the room. “And they’re letting you go tomorrow?”

“Finally.” He wiggled to the head of the bed and flipped over, his ribs screaming in agony. “Can’t wait.”

“Who’s taking care of you?”

“I don’t need anyone.” Sage pointed a finger at Kaden. “But someone called my mom. She’s on her way.”

“You were unconscious. I did what I had to do.”

“But…” He didn’t want his mother to see him like this. She’d report back to his brothers and they’d be…ashamed.

“You can stay with me and Courtney,” Kaden suggested.

“Right.” Sage snorted. “Awkward.”

Kaden grinned. “We have this great pink princess bedroom you could sleep in.”

Sage wasn’t going to ask why Kaden was living somewhere with a princess bedroom. He changed the subject. “Margaret was here and on my case.”

Kaden took over the chair where Margaret had sat. “I told you to wait.”

Sage started to shake his head but caught himself. He was learning. “I remember needing to know how many people were in the house.”

There was a commotion outside his door, but Sage didn’t twist his head. He didn’t need the pain.

“That’s why I didn’t make a bigger deal out of you not waiting.” Kaden leaned forward. “But if you had, you might not be lying in this hospital bed.”

“Did you charge in again, little brother?” a voice called from the open doorway.

Sage slowly turned toward it. Damn it. “Jackson.”

His brother dropped a duffel bag and caught his hand, giving him a one-armed hug. “Glad to see you’re alive.”

“I…”

His mom wheeled in a suitcase right behind his brother.

She cupped his shoulders. “Sage. My baby.” Her hug ignited another pounding headache.

“Mom.” He swallowed back the burn of bile in his throat. He would not throw up.

Kaden let his mother take the chair next to the bed.

“Mom, Jackson, that’s Kaden Farrell.”

Kaden and Sage’s brother shook hands, but his Mom went in for a hug. “Thank you for calling.”

“No problem.” Kaden headed to the door. “I’ll stay in touch.”

Jackson pulled up a second chair. It screeched against the linoleum. “What’s this about you not waiting for your team?”

He was not going to review his errors with his brother. “I can’t remember much.”

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