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“Here we go.” Jordan groaned. She rolled her eyes and returned her sister’s smile. She tucked her hair behind her ear.Her gaze landed on her nephew who had sat on the floor with Honor. She couldn’t make the inappropriate joke she wanted to with him in the room. She’d have to save that for another day. “Let’s just say, I have my reasons.”
Rhys smirked and motioned for Omara to take the chair that was still near the bed. He came around to the other side and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sure you do,” Omara breathed. She lowered herself into the chair and dropped her purse on the floor. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “We are going to have to have a little chat later.”
Rhys chuckled for a second before falling into a full-blown laugh. Jordan winked at her sister. She wouldn’t be sharing too much with Omara. Some things a girl had to keep to herself. Plus she didn’t want to hear about Zain’s performance.
She had to work with the man.
“On a serious note, we should call the parents,” Omara said.
Jordan sighed. Whenever they referred to their parents as ‘the parents,’ it was serious. Her sister was right, but they didn’t have to do it at this moment. They could call once she was at home. She didn’t think they were going to keep her too much longer in the hospital. Nothing was broken, and all of her scans were clear. If they called their parents, they would rush to be with her.
“I should be discharged. We can call them later. I’m just banged up.” Jordan didn’t want to have to hear her mother complain about her job or her father suggest she find something safer to do as a policewoman. Not that they didn’t support her career choice. Her family had been her biggest cheerleaders. It was just that they all worried about her when she was on the job. They understood how dangerous it could be.
“Jordan,” Omara warned.
“I promise. I’ll even let you call them so that you can make sure they are notified,” Jordan joked.
Omara eyed her for a second before seeming to be satisfied with the option of her doing the calling. She settled back in the chair and rested her hand on her stomach. A little bit of envy appeared inside Jordan as she watched Omara slowly rub her protruding belly.
“Fine, and I will tell them everything.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“Did they get the bad guys who did this, Auntie?” Jason asked from his spot on the floor. Honor’s head rested on his lap while he leaned against the wall.
“No, little man.” Jordan shook her head. Unfortunately, by the time the other squad cars had arrived, the vehicles who had hit her were speeding off. One of the cars pursued them while the other came to her rescue. “But that doesn’t mean we won’t find them. They can only run for so long.”
Jordan already couldn’t wait to get back out on the streets. They had the descriptions of the vehicles, and she was sure the force was already out there searching for them. Attacking a police officer was serious offense and wasn’t taken lightly. These assholes had just moved up to the top of every policeman and policewoman’s shit list.
“Did you get a look at them at least?” Omara asked.
Jordan shook her head. Unfortunately, she hadn’t, but she wasn’t going to let on to Omara that it had been a hit and she knew who had sent them.
“I’m confident it will all get taken care of,” Jordan said dryly.
Omara stared at her for a second.
“I’m not sure I like the way you said that.” Omara’s voice dropped low. She narrowed her gaze on Jordan. She knew Jordan as well as her SWAT brothers did.
“Whatever are you talking about?” Jordan batted her eyes and tried her best to appear innocent.
Omara folded her arms and rested them on her belly. She tilted her head to the side and arched an eyebrow. It was eerie how much Omara looked liked their mother at the moment. Irene Knight didn’t take any crap from her daughters, and Omara’s expression was the exact image of Irene.
“It doesn’t have to do with the current state of your bedroom, does it?” Omara said.
Jordan bit back a gasp. She had forgotten she had given her sister a spare key to her place should she ever want to drop by. Jordan had kept putting off going back to her house. Seeing the vandalized room would remind her of that night at the park.
Jordan glanced over at Rhys who stood from his seat and motioned to Jason and Honor.
“Why don’t we see what’s good in the cafeteria, buddy,” Rhys said.
Honor and Jason jumped up from the floor.
“Do you think they have ice cream?” Jason asked.
“We sure can see.” Rhys paused by the door and looked to Omara for approval. She smiled at Rhys and nodded.
