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Mac had moved over to the wall and propped himself against it while everyone tried to fit in the small, enclosed space.
“What are the doctors saying?” Brodie asked.
The room fell silent as they waited for her to respond.
“Just a few bumps and bruises.” Jordan grimaced. She shifted in the bed, trying to get comfortable. If she felt like this now, what the hell was she going to feel like tomorrow or the next day? But she wasn’t going to let on to the guys how much pain she truly was in. “I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.”
“Don’t think you are coming back to work tomorrow,” Declan announced.
“What?” She gasped. As long as her legs and arms moved, she had breath in her lungs, she would be reporting for duty.
“You were just in a MVA that could have taken your life. You aren’t to report to work,” Mac said.
She glanced between her two sergeants, and neither of them were budging on this decision. Maybe she could call the captain and let him know how she was fairing and that she didn’t need to be sitting at home.
Hell, Bravon’s men weren’t going to give her time to recover. She needed to stay active. Keep her guard up and figure out how the hell she was going to fight back.
“For how long?” she asked.
“You know this is standard procedure. The captain will issue the order for how long,” Mac replied smoothly.
Jordan rolled her eyes. Standard procedure, her ass. None of them had ever taken that much time off when it came to injuries, so she hoped they didn’t think she would be. She may have painand be sore, but her trigger finger moved without issue. Her hand automatically formed a fist as if to prove a point.
Yup, there was nothing wrong with her shooting hand.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do at home?” she muttered.
“There is something called relaxation and healing,” Zain said.
She glanced over at him and stuck her tongue out. It was immature, but who the hell cared? She felt like stomping her foot in frustration at the thought of being made to sit home for a week. “I’m sure Omara will help you learn what that is.”
Her head snapped back to him.
Fuck.
“You didn’t tell her?—”
“I did, and she and Jason are in the waiting area. She told us we could come back first,” Zain replied smoothly. His smile disappeared, and he suddenly became serious. He didn’t have to say what he probably wanted to. Jordan already knew. Her sister was hurt that she hadn’t called her.
She winced at the thought of having to face her sister from a hospital bed. Jordan remembered how much Omara had doted on Zain when he had gotten injured. The man had gotten hit in the head with a baseball bat—twice—and had a concussion from it. Her sister was by his side twenty-four seven.
“Jordan.” Mac’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.
She glanced over at him and found him staring at her. She didn’t miss Declan going over to the door and shutting it. The walls closed in on her. She already knew what he was about to say before he opened his mouth. She nodded.
“Now that we are all here, we need to know what the fuck is going on?”
Jordan slowly eyed her entire team. All smiles and signs of joking were gone. Tension filled the air as they all waited for her.These men had entrusted their lives with her every single time they had gone out on a call. She owed them this.
There was no more running from the truth or hiding her darkest secrets from them. It was time to come clean, and if they shunned her, then she would have to deal with it. Captain Spook had encouraged her to tell her side of the story to them, but she had hesitated. Had she waited too long?
“Remember the texts we all received?” she asked.
Brodie had tried to track down where the messages had come from but failed. They were left in the dark on who had sent the messages. She beat down the bile that was attempting to expel itself from her stomach. She could do this. They would listen to her.
“Well, I received a different message than you all.”
A pin drop could have been heard. The men didn’t even appear as if they were breathing. Jordan glanced down at her hands. She had never been so nervous in her life. To think that these men who she had come to think of as brothers may not want anything to do with her again sent a sharp pain through her chest.
