Page 116 of Playing With Love

“What ambulance?”

I lifted my hand but didn’t get very far when a big, male hand wrapped around my wrist and placed it back on the sheet under me.

“Don’t move, Liza. We’re following Tucker’s ambo.”

Was that Greg?

“Greg?”

“Right here, Liza.”

I was confused.

“How’s Tucker?”

Silence.

“How’d we get out?”

The last thing I remembered was an explosion.

“The firefighters got you and Tucker out. This guy…I mean, your partner Greg, showed up as the paramedics were loading you in.”

“How’s Tucker?” I tried again.

This time Ally answered. “I don’t know. I couldn’t see what they were doing. It was…I didn’t want to bother them. I’m sorry, Liza.”

“Greg?”

“They’re working on him.”

Working on him.

“He’s alive?”

More silence.

Why was no one talking?

I pried one eye open and saw a woman dressed in blue doing something with an IV.

“Ma’am?”

Startled, kind brown eyes landed on me.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like someone took a cheese grater to my back.”

“I’ll give you a little more⁠—”

“How’s the other patient, Tucker Mitchell?”

“Just something for the pain.” Was all she said as she leaned forward.

“Tucker—”

“We’re almost there,” she told me.