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“Avarie tried. Their mother is on a cruise somewhere. I can’t remember where she said. Anyway, she left a message for her.”
Striker nodded, yawning like Razor had. “I love her, you know that, right?”
Razor rubbed Striker’s shoulder. “I knew it before you did.”
The door opened, and Penelope and Tara walked out. “We’re going back to the house, and Quinn is leaving too. Good luck getting Ava out of there, though.”
“She can stay as long as she wants,” Razor told them. “Why would I want to go home and go back to bed?”
“Where’s your baby?” Striker asked.
“Damn—we forgot all about Sam.” Razor laughed and squeezed Striker’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, my mom and sister are at the house. Awful paternal of you to ask, though.”
“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t leave him in the car.”
“That isn’t remotely funny,” fumed Tara. “Do you know how many babies die from—”
Razor held up his hand. “You can blame our lack of sensitivity on a similar lack of sleep.”
“Or we can just blame it on you being men.”
“That’s right. We’re Neanderthals. Every one of us.”
“Let’s go.” Penelope yawned as she pulled Tara in the direction of the elevator. “See you guys later.”
Striker held up his hand in what might be construed as a wave, but he was so tired, he didn’t do much more than raise it.
“They brought a roll-away bed in for me. I sure would like to be lying on it right now.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Your wife is in there.”
“So? I’m sure all they’re talking about is you.”
Striker got up and pushed the door open.
“I was just leaving,” Quinn told him, waving him into the room. “Call me if you need me,” she said as she walked away.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked.
“Not really. We were just talking about you.”
“See?” said Razor, punching his arm. “Striker here wants to go to bed, Avarie.”
“But they’re taking Aine for tests.”
“Which they won’t have the results of until tomorrow,” Aine told her sister. “Go home and sleep.”
“Okay, but only because he’s here,” Ava said, pointing at Striker. “Goodnight,” she added, kissing her sister’s cheek. “I’ll be back in the morning. I guess it is morning. I’ll be back later this morning.”
Aine laughed. “You’re delirious. Get out of here.”
“Can you sleep?” Striker asked once Ava and Razor were gone.
She nodded. “What about you?”
“Only if I do this.” Striker moved the chair away from the bed and put the roll-away in its place. “I need to be closer to you.”
