“Spit it out, Kam.”
“Someone attacked her in the hospital.”
“What?”I squealed. “What do you mean she got attacked?”
Rooster filled me in on what he knew about the hospital attack on Maisie, and I went into immediate action.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Packing!” I said in exasperation, grabbing a bag from a kitchen drawer and opening the cabinet above my head.
“None of that is our shit, Katie.”
“What?”
He made his way over to me and gently took the plastic bag out of my hand. “All of this stuff is pantry shit. It’s staying here. We’ll just pack our clothes, wash and change the sheets and head out. Sound good?”
I dropped my head to his chest and burst into tears. “Who would attack her?”
“I don’t know all the details,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “We’ll find out when we get home.”
“You know how Hatch saved you?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Well, Maisie saved me, so if anything were to happen to her, I’d fucking lose my mind.”
He gave me a squeeze. “I know, baby. I get it.”
“Can we go home now?”
“Yeah, honey. We can go home now.”
After cleaning up, we headed back to Vancouver.
* * *
“Is Maisie at Legacy?” I asked as Rooster headed on to I-5.
“Uh, not sure.”
I grunted in frustration, grabbing my phone out of my purse and calling Cricket.
“This better not be my best friend calling me on her honeymoon.”
“Where’s Maisie?” I demanded.
Cricket’s deep, long sigh came through the phone. “She’s fine, you know.”
“Where. Is. She?”
“Legacy. Room 612.”
“Gina got her a private suite?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I said. “We’re on our way.”
