“Oh, that’s new,” Clay snickers from beside us. “At least that whole ordeal brought something good.”
I break the kiss, looking into his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. Someone wanted us to crash.”
“Why do you think that?” Joshua asks, coming up on the other side of the bed and looking at me with a frown.
“Del Moro warned me to be careful because accidents happen. And two days later, another car that miraculously disappeared right afterward pushes us off the road?”
“What happened anyway? I remember we spun on the ice before we crashed into something,” Xander asks.
“We hit a streetlamp. It wasn’t that bad. You just hit your head pretty hard.” I grimace.
“You didn’t get hurt?” he asks me, scanning my face.
“I am fi—” I start.
“She dislocated her shoulder,” Joshua interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“That wasn’t because of the crash,” I brush him off, regretting it the moment it leaves my mouth.
“What was it then?” Joshua raises an eyebrow at me.
“Wait, the towing company I called is calling back. Do you know where you crashed so they can go get the truck?” Clay asks me.
“It should be right outside the emergency entrance if they haven’t moved it yet.”
They all fix their eyes on me.
“Wait, you didn’t call an ambulance? Why did Tom call me then?” Clay asks, confused.
“You drove him here? In the snow? Do you even have a driver’s license?” Joshua asks at the same time.
“I don’t know if I should answer that question while two cops are present,” I half joke. “But in my defense, you guys had our phones, and there was no way to reach anyone.”
Clay steps to the side, answering the call, and Joshua steps closer to the bed.
“How did you dislocate your shoulder?” he asks, not letting it go.
I turn to look at Xander, who is also looking at me intently before I try to scoot off the bed. But he doesn’t let me go. He only pulls me even closer to him.
“I needed to move something heavy.” I shrug. “But honestly, I dislocate it all the time. It’s no big deal.”
“Fuck, you had to get me out of the driver’s seat,” Xander breathes out, his eyes wide as realization sinks in.
“So, you drove here, in the snow, with a dislocated shoulder and no driver’s license?” Joshua summarizes, searching my face.
“Please don’t arrest me.” I wince.
Xander huffs a laugh against my hair before he kisses the top of my head.
“We’re off duty and not going to tell anyone, right, Josh?” Clay confirms when he comes back to the side of the bed.
“Did you see the Del Moros in the car that hit you?” Joshua asks, reaching out to push a strand of hair behind my ear.
“No, I didn’t see anything. It’s just a feeling,” I admit, but I feel in my gut that I am right.
“We’re going to look into that,” he promises with a nod.
Xander turns my head, holding my chin and pecking my lips. “My heroine.”
