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She turns into Burke’s embrace, and I’m stunned, my gait slowing.
Then, Danny looks up and sees me.
His expression confuses me. Not quite hatred, not quite acceptance. Confusion, maybe.
I swallow hard as the doctor leaves them, and approach. “I’m so sorry—”
“How did you know?” Danny’s eyes are fierce, hard in mine. “How did you know it was a drive by shooting?”
I open my mouth, close it. “I didn’t. I just—I heard the car, and I thought of Hassan and—”
“Stone.” Danny takes a shaky breath. Swallows. “Thank you.”
I am blinking at him, words dropping away. What?
His jaw is tight, as if he’s fighting emotion, or saying more.
My mouth is dry, and I need a drink. Water. I need water. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect Bets. I should have—”
Danny shakes his head. “It’s not your fault.”
But, see, it is.
“How is she?”
“Serious. They’re taking her into surgery now. But…” He glances at Sams, at Asher. “But it could have been Asher. Or me.”
I say nothing.
“Rembrandt! Are you okay?”
Eve has come up to me, taking in my bloody chest and I’m aware that I’m bare-chested under the jacket.
“I’m okay.” I look at Danny. “I got the shooters.”
/> Danny considers me, his eyes glassy, and nods. “Thank you, son.”
Son. Huh.
Burke is giving me a look over the top of Eve’s head. “I got your call. So, did you total the Camaro?”
I grimace.
“You should sit down,” Eve says and pulls me over to one of the green chairs lining the hallway.
“I’ll see if I can rustle you up a shirt.” Burke walks down the hall.
Eve checks me over, not like you think, but in a clinical, CSI kind of way, examining my hands, the scrapes on my body. “You have a bruise across your chest.”
“Seatbelt.”
“Well, at least you’re not an idiot.”
That could be seriously debated, but I’m not going to argue.
She slides onto a chair next to me. Danny has walked to the window, Samson next to him.
Asher sits down beside Eve. “Last time we were here, you were waiting for Rembrandt.”
