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“If they’ll take her,” Quinn grumbled, arms crossed.
That was, sadly, true.
Usually when a patient left AMA, the hospital washed their hands of them.
But I doubted that would be the case this time. I was a medical worker, even if all I did was fly the plane that got the nurse and the patient to the hospital. Not to mention, there were all of the Carters who were in that hospital just as much as a nurse would be, it felt like.
“Love you, Mamasauce,” Quinn said as he opened her door for her.
I had to lean against the car again when I felt my legs start to shake.
Quinn waited until Garnett was gone before turning back to me, a look of concern crossing his face at what he saw there.
“Shayne, honey,” Quinn said. “There’s something wrong.”
I blinked, looking at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”
He pressed his hand to my chest. “You’re breathing pretty heavily.”
I was.
But I’d accounted that to him being near me.
He always took my breath away.
“Sure,” I said. “But that happens when you’re around.”
If I’d been thinking clearly, I would’ve never said that. Him knowing that he undid something inside of me was completely different than him assuming.
He didn’t smile, though, like I expected him to. “Honey, I think we need to go back to the ER.”
I groaned, a wheeze leaving my throat before a coughing fit soon followed. “I don’t want to.”
“I don’t think you get a choice this time, Soleada.” He scooped me up, closed the door to my SUV with his hip, then walked me over to his cruiser.
After depositing me into his passenger seat, he got on the road, driving with his lights on but no sirens.
My heart sped up, but not because we were going fast.
Because Quinn was right.
There was something wrong with me.
If it has tires or tits, you’re gonna have a problem with it.
—Germaine to Quinn
QUINN
“What’s the verdict?”
I looked up at my father, who’d shown up out of nowhere.
That was his MO, though.
I couldn’t remember a time that I’d ever been able to successfully sneak out of my parents’ house. I’d tried, multiple times, yet was always caught.
My dad had some secret, superhuman gift that allowed him to be unseen until he wanted to be. Oh, and to know when his children were acting up, or needed something.
