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“Oh my god, you should’ve seen him when we started to go up. He was practically hanging on to poor Kent for dear life,” Lucy dished.
Drayven cleared his throat. “I was trying to see what he was doing with the instruments.”
“Uh-huh. Did you love it, Quinn-a-linn?” Lucy asked.
Quinn smiled out the window. “It was—” she squeezed my hand, “—epic.”
“Right? I thought so too. We should go again this weekend.”
“No!” growled Drayven. “I mean, no, we can’t because we have wedding planning shit, remember?”
I couldn’t help the curve forming on my lips, hearing a scared-to-death Drayven Harding.
“All those muscles, and he can’t even take a cute little hot air balloon ride,” I teased him.
“Fuck you,” he said coolly. “All of you. I loved that shit. I’d do it again,” he lied. “Just not this weekend.”
We all burst into laughter.
Our laughs were interrupted by a call coming through the car’s speaker.
Jax.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite bodyguard?” I answered, looking in the rearview mirror as Drayven shot me the bird.
“We got a problem, boss. I need you to meet us at Seattle Regional. Bring Quinn.”
“The hospital? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Quinn demanded with concern.
“It’s your mother, Quinn. She was walking out of the theater when she suddenly collapsed. She had to be taken by ambulance.”
Quinn gasped and held a hand to her mouth as her eyes flared. “Oh my god. Is she hurt?”
“Just get here as soon as you can,” Jax urged.
“We’re on the way,” I assured him before he hung up.
I swung the sports car onto a less busy street and raced to Seattle Regional.
When we got there, I pulled up to the ER entrance so that Quinn could jump out while I found a place to park. Lucy and Drayven got out with her and disappeared through the sliding glass doors.
I found the nearest available spot and ran to catch up to them. Quinn was at the counter, tears in her eyes as she shouted her mother’s name.“Muriel Miller, please, I’m her daughter. I’m all she has.”
Jax and Tom met up with me. “What is it?” I asked them.
“It’s serious, but the doctors won’t tell us. Only kin,” said Tom.
A nurse finally opened the door and let Quinn through. She ran inside, swiping at her tears.
“I’ll be here waiting,” I called to her, nervously running my hand through my hair.
What seemed like hours passed while we posted up in the waiting room. Probably overly tired from all the emotions, Lucy was passed out with her head on Drayven’s lap. He stroked her hair.
Tom had his head in his hands propped up by his knees. He looked distraught—like this was all somehow his fault.
Jax stood with his arms crossed and his back against the wall. His eyes kept glancing at the double doors.
In the short time she had been back in our lives, Quinn managed to form a small army of people who cared about her and her mother.
