The guilt and “what if” was so damn painful.
“She’s going to be fine. Did you see the grin on her face?”
“But she could have?—”
“It doesn’t matter now. She didn’t and she’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine, doll.”
“Are you Shayna’s parents?” A nurse interrupted.
Jamie released me and I wiped my face and eyes.
“I’m her nanny.”
“I need to go over some medical information with you.”
Jamie nodded, glancing at me with a tense brow.
I shook my head. “I’m fine. Go. They need you. She needs you.”
When I turned, my body slammed into Flint. I sucked in a breath. “God! You scared me.”
“I called Everson. He knows what happened and that Shayna will be fine.”
“And Cage?”
Flint shook his head. “Everson won’t say anything to him either.”
“I’m calling him.”
“He’ll leave to come back here for you. Is that what’s really best for everyone?”
“You mean for Cage.”
“I do.” Flint’s tone held no regret. “After you see her, I’m taking you home. Jamie will take Shayna home and life will go back to being uneventful—not newsworthy.”
Blink. Blink. Blink.
I just stared at him. Everything inside of me felt numb, including my tongue.
“We can see her.”
My head jerked to Jamie. I nodded and followed him to the exam room.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Brody.”
Jamie shook his hand.
“Lake!” Shayna jumped off the table and hugged me like she didn’t nearly die an hour earlier.
I blinked back the third round of tears.
“She’s fine. Her vitals are normal and you can take her home.”
“Thank you,” Jamie said to the doctor.
“My pleasure.” He ruffled Shayna’s hair a bit. “Maybe find a new flavor of ice cream next time.”
She grinned.
