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“Fuck,” I say.

“What?” Donny asks.

“Is that…? Seriously…?”

Donny follows my gaze and then rises and walks toward reception. “Lamone, what the hell are you doing here?”

Pat Lamone is indeed here, in the freaking ER.

“I’m having cramps,” Lamone says.

“You fucking son of a bitch.” Donny lunges at him.

“Sir!” the receptionist yells. “What are you doing? Security!”

I pull my cousin off Lamone. “Calm down, for God’s sake. You want to get arrested?”

Donny brushes off his shirt and jeans. “What are you doing here?” he says through gritted teeth.

Two security guards approach us. “What’s going on?” one of them asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “We’re good.”

“You sure about that?” The other eyes us, and he doesn’t look happy.

“Yeah, fine,” Pat says.

They don’t look convinced, but they head over to reception and talk to the woman there.

“What are you doing here?” Donny asks again.

“None of your business.”

He’s right. It’s not our business. But isn’t it interesting that he’s here while the entire Pike family is in the ER, waiting for news on their father?

“Tell me,” Donny says, “or I swear to God you’ll walk out of here limping.”

“I think security might have something to say about that,” Lamone says.

“Go sit down and cool off,” I tell Donny.

“Fuck you,” he says.

“For God’s sake.” I grab Pat’s arm and lead him toward the door of the ER. “Now. Tell me. Why are you here?”

“I told you before. It’s none of your business.”

“How did you know?” I demand.

“How did I know what?”

“That we’d be here?”

“It may interest you to know, Steel, that my entire life doesn’t revolve around the two of you. I’m here to visit someone.”

“In the ER?”

“No. In the hospital. I usually come through the ER because the parking’s better.”

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