Page 117 of Capture My Heart

″That it was Peterson?”

She nodded. A wince snuck out.

″He knew it was a bomb before you told anyone.”

″I didn’t see it. Not until I put his voice with the one at Adam’s apartment. But I should have. He drinks Michelob with garlic olives.”

Trey’s deep chuckle warmed her shaking body.

″I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hidden my dad’s reprimand from you, but trusted you with the whole story.”

Sirens and flashing lights came down the road. Finally, she dropped back to the ground. “Amy, I get it. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

″I gave you cause to. How about we start fresh. I’ll even get whipped cream.” She was rambling.

His brows climbs and that damn dimple slipped out. “I think you need a hospital first.”

″But you didn’t say no.”

A deep chuckle slipped from his lips and he ran a gentle hand over her cheek. “I didn’t say no.”

He pulled something from his pocket.

″My father’s medal.” Tears blurred her vision.

″Stinky stole it. Sorry.” A pink blush crept up his cheeks. He slipped it over her head. “I guess you didn’t need it after all.”

″Nope, I only needed you.”

Chapter 24

No sugary drinks. Trey shook his head at the vending machine. He craved a full leaded drink. All the sugar and maximum caffeine. His insides twisted. Joy at the realization that Amy would be alright. Now that he knew she was okay, he had to question Peterson. He had him in holding for the last few hours chilling, but it was time to get answers.

Trey grabbed a Diet Coke and headed for her room.

A nurse exited Amy’s room shaking her head.

“What’s wrong?” He rushed to her. “Is Officer Larson going to be alright?”

She huffed. “Are you family?”

“Ah, no.” But he wanted to be. He flashed his badge. “I’m a friend of hers.”

“See if you can talk her into staying. We need to run more tests, do a more thorough check of her injuries.”

That sounded like Amy. Full steam ahead.

“I’ll try.” Trey opened the door and peeked in, not knowing if he’d be welcome or not. “Hi.”

She paused on the edge of the bed. “Hey.”

Her expression wavered between weary and pissed. Softly, he stepped into the room.

The paramedics had whisked her away at the cemetery. He wanted to rush in and scoop her up, but just because she was relieved he’d saved her, it didn’t mean all was forgiven.

He cleared his throat. “How are you?”

“Great, they're springing me.” The smile she flashed was as flat as the soda in his hand.