Page 198 of Off Limits Mogul

“Shane,” I say as loud as I can.

His head jerks back. “How do you know my name?”

“It’s Keira.”

“Keira?”

“Yes.”

“Rhys’s Keira?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus Christ,” he says. “I’m not leaving your side, Keira.”

I can’t hold back the tears. “Everything hurts, Shane.”

“Fuck,” he says. “Collin, get over here.”

His brother is here?

“I called 911,” Collin says. “I’m sure a bunch of people did.”

“It’s Keira,” Shane says.

“Rhys’s Keira?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit. Why aren’t you removing her helmet?”

“I don’t know what condition she’s in,” Shane says. “She could have a spinal injury. Removing her helmet could be dangerous.”

This is the second time Shane’s mentioned a spinal injury. The thought sends chills down my back.

“Got it,” Collin says. “Can I touch her hand?”

“Be careful,” Shane says.

“Shane and I are here for you, Keira,” he says, wrapping his large hand around mine.

“Collin, my leg. It’s wet and cold. And it hurts like hell.”

The searing pain makes me see stars. It’s so sharp and intense, I pray for numbness.

“You’re bleeding and you probably landed on it,” Shane says.

My heart sinks.

“Collin, go find out if amongst those drivers there’s a doctor or a nurse,” Shane says. “Usually, they step up to the plate, but it doesn’t hurt to check.”

“On it,” Colin says.

“Hang in there, sweetheart.” Shane’s hand squeezes mine. “There are quite a few hospitals around. The response time should be quick.”

“Okay.”

The movie of my life flashes in front of my eyes. I try to rein in the cyclone of thoughts and the weight pressing against my bleeding heart, but it only deepens my sorrow.