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“I heard you on the phone tell someone that I was your friend’s little sister.”
He grimaced. “Let’s get something straight, McKenzie—I’m not using your middle name because you hate it—Lane. I only made the little sister comment because I needed more importance placed on it than I’d get by saying it was a friend who’s a girl. I’m here because we’re good friends, and I love you like one. Just don’t go taking that statement and twist it all up in your girly mind.”
I rolled my eyes. “Back in asshole territory, and thank you for not using my middle name. It demonstrates that sometimes you might actually listen to me.”
He sighed. “I about lost my mind when Brian told me where you were. I tried calling you and—it was awful. Don’t ever imply you’re a burden again because it pisses me off.”
“Clearly,” I said dryly, laughing at his sour expression. “Oh, God, my side.” I grabbed it and cringed.
“Uh-oh, this might be a problem considering I’m pretty damn funny.”
He wiggled his brows comically, causing me to bite my lip. “I’ll just think of asshole Colby to keep from laughing.”
“Good, you should always think of asshole Colby.” His face was very serious, and I knew he didn’t mean only regarding this situation.
“Done. And I’m fine.”
He studied me for the longest time. “Is this one of those moments where a girl says she’s fine, but then cries her eyes out later?”
“I already did that after I called you,” I admitted and then grimaced at the fact I’d done so.
“Kenz—”
“No, do not go all non-prick now. You’re my friend, but tonight hurt when you thought I was calling you because I was trying to interrupt your date. You never would’ve made that assumption before we kissed.”
“It was a shit move, but one I want you to remember whenever you think about if I’d make a good boyfriend.”
“Huh, maybe I need another CT scan to see if I sustained brain damage, after all, because I sure as hell don’t remember asking you to be my boyfriend.”
He chuckled and then stroked my face tenderly. “You know you’re way too good for a guy like me, right?”
When he kissed me on the forehead, I couldn’t help but wonder who he was trying to convince. But more importantly, for the very first time in my life, I thought it may be time to consider moving on.
* * *
Movingon became a lot easier to fathom when the police officer who showed up to take my statement was gorgeous. All six-foot-something, muscled, blue-eyed, looking-good-in-uniform inch of him. And if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a tribal tattoo on his bicep with which his short sleeve was playing peek-a-boo. Well, hello.
“I’m Officer Matthew Thompson, ma’am. Do you feel up for making your statement?”
“Yes, and please call me Kenzie.” I had no idea what my appearance was like at the moment, but hopefully he’d give me a pass on the whole just-got-hit-by-a-car look I was sporting. The timing was good as Colby had left to pick up my brother and Sasha from the airport. With any luck, I’d be discharged later today and back home in my own bed.
Officer McHotty smiled, pulling up a chair next to the bed. We went through the basics, including my date of birth and the address where I’d been walking. I then provided what details about the car I could recall.
“The good news is the suspect was apprehended a few blocks away, highly intoxicated. The description you gave matches the vehicle, which hopefully means it should be an airtight case.”
“I heard there were two others hurt. Are they all okay?”
“Yes, thankfully. One is worse off than you, in the ICU, but he should make it. The other one was released already.”
I was relieved. “Good.”
His smile showed off dimples which might not be as devastating as Colby’s but were at least in the ballpark.
“The doctors said you should be discharged tonight. Any family or a boyfriend picking you up?”
Either he was asking generally or was subtly inquiring about my relationship status. “I don’t have a boyfriend, but my brother and his fiancée are on their way in. A friend who lives local went to pick them up from the airport.”
He nodded, giving me a little smile. Pulling a card from his pocket, he started scribbling on it. “I’m writing the case number down for you. If this goes to trial for any reason or we have more questions, we’ll be in touch.”
