Page 110 of Nothing to Fear

Didn’t take long for Caber’s mood to switch.

“If I leave now, I will be back in time. I have to get ready for work.”

“Back to your apartment and—”

“I brought things,” she said, grabbing her bag from the floor. “I just need to find somewhere to shower.”

“They have facilities in the women’s locker room,” Tripp said, attracting all eyes. He shrugged and snickered. “What?”

“And you know that because…?”

Swagger bled from him. “I never forget a body… or a liaison.”

“Do you have to work?” Brant asked before his brother had any further chance to explain.

Did she have to work? What good would she be at the hospital? Being with him, near him, made her feel better, but he’d have his family around him.

“I can stay with him today,” Alice said, giving her the out. “Get yourself something to eat.” The woman embraced her like a mother. “Tripp, eat with Savanna once she’s ready. Look afterher. Ben will call and have something brought to the family lounge.”

“Thank you,” she said and accepted her kiss.

“Make sure there’s enough food for the nurses Tripp will pick up on the way,” Ward said, laughing with Brant and Troy.

“Doctors, admins, patients…” Tripp said, coming over to slide an arm around her. “All are welcome to apply.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Troy drawled.

“Jealousy’s an ugly color on you, brother.”

“Tripp,” Alice said in that tone. “Ward. Troy.”

The tone that told them to behave.

The Breckenridges once again came to her rescue. Now she had to beat Darroch back to the room, so he’d never know she was gone.

THIRTY-FIVE

AN OVERDUE EXCHANGE of numbers at the hospital meant she’d been in touch with one Breckenridge or another all day. All except the one she craved.

Without going home, or really stopping to breathe, she got Yvette to cover close with Nessa and left work early to race to the hospital. Damn, even with all the assurances in the world, she couldn’t relax.

Not until she laid eyes on him again.

Rushing into his hospital room brought every face around, her awareness stuck on him.

“Am I interrupting?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Darroch said. “Eight hours too late.” He gestured. “Get over here.”

Crossing through the bodies, she dumped her bag, kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed on her knees, facing him.

Maybe she should’ve had more decorum, but instinct drove her to cup his head to match their mouths.

“How do you feel?” she murmured and kissed him again. “I was worried.” Another kiss. “Did they take you for the other scan?” One more. “What are they saying?” Oh, she couldn’t stop with the kissing. “Are you in pain?”

“Only when you’re not here.”

“She going to settle the debate or are we doomed to watch this show all night?”

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