“And after your shift?” he asks, hope dripping from each word.
She looks over at Wyatt and me.
“Maverick’s with Cole this week, right?” Wyatt asks.
She nods.
“Are they going to keep him overnight?” I ask Abby, pointing to Kane.
“No…” Kane groans, pressing his head further into the pillow.
I shake my head. Apparently, pain meds make him a drama queen, too.
“I think he’ll be able to go home tonight,” Abby says.
“Fuck yes,” the drama queen sighs.
Wyatt and I both shake our heads and exchange a look.
This is one of those moments that make me grateful for our ability to communicate without saying a word. I know we’re on the same page.
“You could come stay at our place for a few nights,” I say.
“To help keep an eye on him,” Wyatt adds.
I know that isn’t the only reason either of us is thinking, but that’s the rationale we’re going to go with. If that’s what it takes to get her under our roof for a few nights, then so be it.
Abby bites her lip. Her eyes roam over Kane’s injuries, and she deflates. “Okay.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kane
“I’m not ridingin a fucking wheelchair,” I half-growl.
“I’m pretty sure you have to,” Wyatt says with a grimace.
His hands are on the back of the damn wheelchair. His eyes are begging me to just sit in it so we can get the fuck out of here.
Some of the meds they gave me are still on board, but I feel a lot more like myself than I did a few hours ago. That also means I’m feeling more of the pain that’s radiating through my whole body.
Luckily, the guys brought some sweats and tennis shoes for me to wear. Getting them on was hard enough.
Just thinking about sliding back into my jeans and motorcycle jacket makes me cringe. They’re probably torn to shit, too, so…
“Just enjoy the princess treatment for once,” Linc says. He sends a smirk in my direction from where he’s leaning casually against the wall with one foot crossed over the other.
“What if I push you out?” Abby says, stepping into the room.
Yes!
“Fine,” I huff, slowly moving from the side of the bed to the wheelchair. I swear I feel more aches each time I move.
I guess that’s to be expected, since the accident only happened a handful of hours ago. The aches and pains will really set in tomorrow.
Wyatt and Linc both laugh like the assholes they are. I swear one of them makes a whipping noise, but I’m not going to dignify it with a reaction.
Abby leans over until her face is right next to mine. “You okay?”
