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“Make way!” a feminine voice said. “Paramedics!”

“Oh, fuck no,” Mary exclaimed. “No fucking way is she putting one hand on my man!”

The Deltas all chuckled but Mary was serious. When Ruth stepped into the vault, Mary stood and put her hands on her hips. “No. Turn the fuck around.”

“Move aside,” the other woman said snottily. “I need to see the patient.”

Mary’s hands curled into claws and she would’ve leapt on the woman, but Truck’s teammates moved too quickly. Beatle grabbed her around the waist and Hollywood took hold of Ruth’s arm and moved her backward and out of the vault altogether. Mary heard him informing her in no uncertain terms that she was going to see to the wounded gang members, not Truck.

“My Mary,” Truck murmured and pulled on the leg of her pants.

She immediately forgot about Ruth and went back to her knees next to Truck. His eyes were only open in slits and it was obvious he was still in a great deal of pain. “Shit, sorry, Truck. I forgot about your head. I didn’t mean to yell.”

He smiled at her. “I love seeing you get all protective and jealous over me.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she denied.

A man dressed in a navy-blue shirt and a pair of khakis entered the room with his medical kit. “Everyone step away from the patient,” he said in a tone that meant business.

Everyone but Mary and Ghost moved away from Truck, giving the paramedic room.

“Who’re you?” he asked, looking at Mary.

“My wife,” Truck answered for her. “She goes where I go.”

“Fine, but I need to examine you first.”

And with that, Ghost proceeded to tell him what he knew about Truck’s injury.

Within five minutes, Truck was loaded on a gurney and was ready to be transported to the hospital. Mary refused to let go of his hand, and couldn’t take her eyes away from their rings on their fingers.

Just as they were about to walk out of the vault, Truck called out, “Beatle?”

“Yeah, man?” Beatle answered.

“Be a pal and pick up my wife’s boobs and make sure they get sterilized and returned to her at the hospital, would ya?”

Mary couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped at the looks on the others’ faces.

For the first time since her surgery, Mary didn’t give one shit about what she looked like without her boob inserts or what others might think of her. She and Truck were alive, and he remembered. Everything else was unimportant.

Chapter Sixteen

Truck had been in the hospital for two days, which was two days longer than he wanted to be there. He was the worst patient, and Mary was about ready to strangle him. She’d spent almost every minute of those two days with him, refusing to leave his side. The doctors had taken MRIs and bloodwork and put him through a battery of tests to make sure his brain wasn’t irreparably damaged.

But it seemed like Beatle was right. Truck had a hard head, thank God.

The night he’d been admitted, Mary had told him about Macie. How she’d shown up out of the blue at the bank before everything had gone down, and how she lived in nearby Lampasas and wanted to meet with Truck. He’d wanted to call her right then, but Mary realized she didn’t have Macie’s number. She’d given her number to Truck’s sister, but hadn’t gotten Macie’s in return.

But it turned out that not having Macie’s number wasn’t an issue. She’d shown up at eight in the morning, before official visiting hours, having heard about the incident at the bank, probably from her hacker friend, and had burst into tears when she’d seen Truck lying in bed. She’d been extremely nervous at first, but eventually, with Truck’s obvious enjoyment at seeing her, she’d relaxed. Mary had left them alone to talk and when she’d returned forty-five minutes later, they’d still been catching up.

Macie left when Truck’s commander, Colt, had shown up. The other man had been glad to meet Macie as well, especially since he’d put out the initial feelers to try to locate her. Mary noticed the instant attraction the two seemed to have toward each other, but because Macie looked so nervous and unsure of herself, she didn’t say anything about it. Truck’s sister had left after they’d exchanged numbers, with Truck promising to call and catch up when he got home from the hospital. The long, heartfelt hug the siblings had given each other made tears form in Mary’s eyes.

Then there had been a nonstop parade of people in to see Truck ever since his sister had left.

Truck tried to bribe Beatle to sneak him out of the hospital, but luckily Mary had returned from getting something to eat in the cafeteria just in time to put the kibosh on the “great escape.”

Then Emily and Fletch had come by to see him. Rayne was at their house watching over the new baby so they could visit.