“Sinclair said they’re both fine. But I’m heading there now to meet them.”
“Jesus… Okay.” I scrub a hand around my jaw. “Denver’s on his way to Clay’s now. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Call me when you get to the hospital and tell me what’s going on.”
“I will.”
“And, Son? Take care of the girls.”
“I will. See you when you get back.”
I hang up and check my watch. It’ll be at least five hours until we make it back.
I dial Denver immediately, but the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt outside drowns out the ringing.
Seconds later, there’s hammering on the front door, and I rush to open it.
“Boss. Sinclair?—”
I meet Denver’s dark expression. “I know.”
He grabs my packed bag that’s on the hallway floor.
“I’ll wait in the car.”
I say goodbye to Adaline and Clay, giving the boys a hard squeeze before I stride out the door and to the waiting vehicle.
Denver speeds off before my door even closes.
17
HALLIDAY
Sullivan stepsinto the hospital room, his jaw set as he looks from Sinclair to me and back again.
“The doctor said she’ll be back to speak to you. But because the CAT scan was clear, it looks like you’ll be able to leave soon.”
My shoulders sag in relief where I’m sitting on the hospital bed with Sinclair. We’ve been here for hours.
“About time. I fainted, that’s all.”
Sinclair squeezes my hand. “We needed to get you checked, though. You were out cold. It was super freaky.”
I smile at her gratefully. She hasn’t left my side since I woke up, laid out on the sidewalk, surrounded by a sea of cameras clicking.
“I’m fine.”
I reach up to touch the bandage wrapped around my head, covering the cut and lump. My head aches, but it’s not too bad. I know the medical staff are doing their job, but I just want to get out of here now.
“Thank you for coming to get Monty,” Sinclair says to Sullivan as he stands at the foot of the bed, his dark brows flat over his eyes as he watches us both.
“It’s fine. Molly was pushing him around the apartment in her stroller when I left.”
“I’m sorry we ruined your day,” I add.
He huffs. “Talking business with Mal all day while he flaps, or dealing with head injuries? Tough choice.”
“Who knew shopping for baby gifts would cause so much drama?” I say.
Sinclair snorts. “We didn’t even make it to half the places I wanted to show you. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty more days we can go.” She gives me a reassuring smile that makes my stomach knot.
