Page 124 of Dash

“I don’t know.” And I don’t. I have zero evidence Blade is dirty, just a fucking hunch and a grudge.

“Might have to accept he’s on our side,” Riot says. His phone pings and he reads the message. “I’ll go get the girls. See if we can get your old lady home.”

“Thanks, brother. I really appreciate it.”

“Always.” Riot gives me a tight-lipped smile. “Thought you were dead. Don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try not to.”

He leaves and I doze, drifting on that numb wave from the opioids in my blood. When I wake again, Dayna is still slumped over the bed at an awkward angle.

Fuck, I hate her shoved in that chair like this.

I brush my fingers over her cheek, and she grunts then her lashes flutter.

“You need something?”

“You to go home,” I say, even though I know she’s going to argue.

She lifts her head. “You’re throwing me out?”

I don’t like the wounded tone of her voice. “I’m sending you home,” I correct. “Baby, you’re exhausted. You need to eat and sleep.”

Her fingers flex in mine, like she’s bracing to hold tighter if I make her leave. “I need to stay here with you.”

There’s a knock on the door. Dayna stretches and turns as Ivy steps inside.

“Hey,” Ivy says. Her voice is quiet, like this is a fucking library. She goes to Dayna, hugging her awkwardly against her side. “Nate told me what happened. You guys okay?”

“We’re okay now,” Dayna says, kissing my hand.

“So, no one is imminently dying?”

Dayna arches a brow before her eyes narrow on me. “Not yet.”

“Good, then you can come with me. Katie and Maylie are waiting outside. We’re taking you to eat and possibly nap.”

“Ivy—”

“No arguments. Up.” She doesn’t move.

“Go with her,” I say.

“This your idea? Bring in my friends to bully me to leave?”

“Riot’s. But I’m not against it.” The dark smudges under her eyes are stark against her pale skin. “I’m okay, Dayna. I got the good drugs in my IV, and the only worry I have is you passing out at my bedside.”

“I’m pulling out the guilt,” Ivy says. “You’re pregnant and you’re not losing that baby because you won’t rest. So, get up and fucking follow me.”

Dayna blinks at her, then heaves a sigh. “Fine. Who knew getting regularly dicked by a six-foot sculpted biker would make you such a bossy bitch.” She peels herself out of the chair, wincing and wiggling her back before she dips over the bed to kiss me.

I don’t want to let her out of my sight either, but this isn’t about me or what I need. “Take care of our baby,” I say.

It’s a week before they let me go home. I’ve never been so fucking grateful to sleep in my own bed with my old lady pressed against my uninjured side.

Dayna watches me like she’s scared I’ll bleed out on the sheets, but every day I feel a little stronger and a whole lot ready to get back to normality.

She slips a mug of coffee on the bedside table, but I grab her wrist before she can go.

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