“Good. What about the driver? Did you get a good look at her?”
“Not really. She had dark, curly hair and was wearing large sunglasses. That’s about all I could see of her.”
“Do you know anyone from Arizona? Anyone who would want to hurt you?”
Reese shook her head. “Nope.”
“Okay, I think that’s all for now. Here’s my card. Please give me a call if you think of anything else that might be helpful. For now, we’ll see if we can track down the car and driver that hit you. We should have the accident report ready for your insurance company by tomorrow. Do you want us to mail you a copy or would you like to come pick it up at the station?”
I answered for her, “I’ll come pick it up tomorrow.”
They both looked to Reese. “That’s fine, Duke can pick it up.”
“All right. We’ll get out of your hair. I’d go buy a lottery ticket if I were you. You were awfully lucky tonight,” Officer Bullard said.
Reese smiled, “I just might do that. Thank you, officers.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Patch entered the room before I could utter a word. He was dressed in light blue scrubs covered by the standard white coat. “Reese, my dear, what happened?”
“Patch? What are you doing here?” she squeaked.
“I work here. The group I work for has us rotate through the smaller hospitals in the area and tonight I was scheduled here. I looked to see which patient I needed to see next and saw your name on the board. What happened? Are you okay?”
“I was in a car accident. My arm and ankle are broken. I have a few cuts and bruises, but I’ll heal,” she said, as if she hadn’t been trapped in a car mere moments from plunging to her death just a few hours ago.
“Are you in any pain right now?” he asked, his face full of genuine concern.
“I’m hurting, but it is nothing like it was when I first got here. This I can handle.”
He glanced over to me, then down to the baby in my lap. He opened his mouth, but I shook my head. Not now Patch. He turned back to Reese, “You want me to see if I can get you out of here?”
“Hell yes. I hate hospitals. No offense,” she exclaimed.
“None taken, sweetheart. A lot of people feel that way. I’ll go look over your chart and talk to the doctor who saw you when you came in. Now, if everything is in order and we let you go home, you can’t stay by yourself-”
I cut him off, “She’ll be staying at the clubhouse tonight.” He arched a brow. “Copper’s clubhouse.”
“I most certainly am not,” she huffed.
“Okay, you tell that to your brother. Someone intentionally rammed into your car and pushed you over the side of a fucking mountain, Reese! Carbon isn’t going to let you stay at your house and neither am I. It’s the clubhouse or you stay here. Pick one,” I ordered.
“Fine,” she said sullenly. “Clubhouse it is.”
“Well, that’s settled. I’ll go see what I can do,” Patch said and left the room.
“What the hell, Duke?” she shouted at me.
“I know about the letters, Reese.” She gasped. “Don’t want to talk about it now. Let’s just get you somewhere safe and get some rest. It’s been a rough night for all of us.”
CHAPTER NINE
Reese
Carbon carried me into the clubhouse. I had crutches and could have walked, but he insisted. I knew he was having a hard time dealing with the fact that he almost lost me. After our parents and two siblings were killed, Carbon and I became very close and stayed that way until this past year. That was my fault, too. The last year of my life, well year and a half, had been nothing but a series of fuck-ups. Fuck-ups that I was going to have to explain to several people in the very near future.
Carbon placed me on a bed in one of the clubhouse bedrooms. He gently sat down beside me and his haunted eyes found mine. “Reese,” he croaked.
I reached out and pulled him into a one-armed hug. “Don’t go there, brother. I’m here. I’m a little hurt, but I’m still here.” His shoulders shook, but he remained silent. He was killing me. My ferocious, badass brother was crying…because of me. I didn’t say anything, just silently waited with my arm around him, allowing him to hide his face in my neck.
