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“He’s okay. Pretty sure he’s demanding to be discharged right now.”
The air rushed from her chest. Thank God. “I was so worried. What about the police officer who was shot?”
“He’s doing okay. Not out of the woods yet. There was a lot of blood loss, but I think he’ll pull through.”
Guilt trickled through her chest and down into her belly. She hated that innocent people had gotten hit by bullets meant for her.
Like he could hear her thoughts, Liam cupped her cheek. “Hey. The only person you should worry about is you.”
She leaned into his touch, needing his warmth and strength, allowing it to seep into her. Soothe her. “Did the guy who attacked me survive?”
Liam’s eyes darkened. “He did. He’s in police custody.”
“Did he say why I’ve become a target?”
“No. He wasn’t told the specific reason, just that you could compromise what they were trying to achieve.”
She frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“I know.” New anger and frustration darkened his features.
She reached up and grazed the circles under his eyes. “You look tired.”
“I’m fine.”
There wasn’t a single part of her that believed that. The man could probably have a bullet wound and a broken leg while being deserted in the middle of nowhere and still claim he was fine.
“You should go home and sleep.” She was sure he had more of his guys in the hall watching the room.
“Not until you’re discharged.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but the hard set of his jaw told her it was a fight she wouldn’t win.
With a sigh, she turned her head and pressed a kiss to his palm. Words bubbled in her throat. Words about love. But it felt so soon to put those out there, so she sucked them back in, deciding to keep them deep inside her until the time felt right.
“You got some missed calls and messages,” Liam said softly, thumb grazing her cheek.
She frowned as he lifted her phone from the bedside table. Oh crap. Missed calls from Paisley, Cody, Kayden, and Eastern, as well as texts. All because she hadn’t called Cody or Paisley when she’d said she would yesterday.
She quickly sent off a group text.
Nylah: Sorry I missed your calls last night. I’m okay. I’ll call you later.
She hadn’t even put the phone down when it rang, Paisley’s name flashing on the screen. Christ. She should have expected that.
When she didn’t answer, a text came through.
Paisley: You answer this phone right now, Nylah Walker, or I’m sending the cavalry over!
Shit. The cavalry being her brothers. It started ringing again.
Liam squeezed her arm. “I’ll just go talk to the guys in the hall.”
She let herself have one more second to feel sorry for herself, then cleared her throat and answered the call. “Hey, Pais.”
“What’s wrong with your voice?”
God, her friend was like a dog chasing a bone. “Paisley—”
