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Selfishly, he hoped he’d get to go in and see Aine before they got there. Otherwise, he’d let Ava go in first, and he really wanted to see that she was okay with his own eyes.

The remaining five people who had been in the room with her filed out. Paula was the last of them. “You can go in,” she told him.

Striker rushed in and over to Aine’s bedside. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I have a headache, but otherwise I’m fine. They said I had a seizure.”

“Do you remember anything?”

“Nothing. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was surrounded by people holding me down.”

“Drew said the doctor is going to run some tests.”

“What time is it?”

Striker looked up at the clock. “Midnight.”

“God, I’m so sorry. You should go now. Seriously, Striker, get some sleep.”

“Striker?”

Aine smiled. “Sorry. Griffin, go get some sleep.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he said, stroking her forehead. “I was so worried.”

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

The door flew open, and Ava ran in followed by Razor.

“I’ll warn you now that Penelope and Tara are right behind us.”

Striker nodded.

“Wanna get a cup of coffee?” Razor asked.

“Sounds great. Give me a sec.”

He walked over to the bed. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he said, leaning to brush her lips with his.

He looked up at Ava. “Text Razor if she needs me.”

Striker sat outside Aine’s room, nursing his cup of steamy brew.

“Did you tell her?” Razor asked, yawning.

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“You aren’t as tightly wound as you’ve been the past couple of weeks.”

“It could just be because I’m almost sleepwalking.”

“Nah. But if you need to get some rest, go back to our place. I’m sure Ava isn’t going to leave her sister’s side. We’ll be here.”

“Can’t.”

“I get that.”

“Should we call Peggy?”

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