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Three simple words. Quiet and full of fear.
He brushed the tear away with his thumb, her soft whisper tearing straight through him. “I know.”
“I don’t understand.” Her voice was rough with emotion. “H-how did they even know I was here?”
For once, Blake didn’t know what to say.
He’d been so damn certain no one knew she was here. So sure the people behind Carol’s death would avoid anything that drew attention the way their blatant attempt just did.
I was wrong.
And Devon had nearly paid the price for his mistake.
CHAPTER TEN
“Follow my finger with your eyes, Devon. Try not to move your head.”
Devon did as she was instructed, tracking the pretty doctor’s finger from left to right. The movement made the dull ache behind her eyes intensify, but at least the room stayed where it belonged.
“Good.” Dr. Camille Bennett lowered her hand and reached for the tablet on the counter. “Any double vision?”
“No.”
“Dizziness?”
“A little when I sit up too fast.”
“Headache?”
Devon gave the dark-haired physician a pointed look. “What do you think?”
Dr. Bennett smiled. “Fair enough.”
From the chair beside the bed, Blake shifted forward. “What about the CT?”
“I just received the results.” She glanced at her tablet. “No bleeding or skull fracture, and her neurological examination is reassuring. However, given the brief loss of consciousness and her symptoms, it’s safe to say Devon has a mild concussion.”
Devon released a breath. “So nothing’s broken?”
“Nope.” Dr. Bennett’s brunette curls swayed as she shook her head. “Your shoulder X-rays were also clear. You’ve got some obvious bruising and soft-tissue strain, but no fracture or dislocation.”
It was the first real smile Devon had worn since that SUV nearly ran over her and Blake.
“Does that mean I can go home?”
“Not quite yet. I want to observe you a little longer. Assuming your symptoms remain stable, you’ll be discharged this evening. You’ll need someone with you for the first twenty-four hours, and try to avoid any strenuous activity until your symptoms improve.”
“I’ve got her,” Blake volunteered without hesitation.
Devon glanced his way. “Are you sure?”
Blake had already promised to send Lucas a copy of Camille’s discharge instructions. Knowing the team’s medic, he’d be checking on her before the day was over.
“I’ll make sure she’s taken care of,” he reassured the kind doctor.
Dr. Bennett’s lips twitched. “Sounds like I’ll be leaving you in good hands.”
“The best.”
