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“It’s not our home,” I snap, harsher than intended.

I take a deep breath as Miles squeezes my hand. “I’m sorry. I…It’s not our home. We were leaving.”

“Then what happened?” Crew prompts.

“We were driving, and three wolves suddenly ran across the road in front of the car.”

Tucker frowns. “Three wolves? Are you sure?”

I nod.

“Which way were they going?” Crew asks.

“Um, north, I think. They appeared from our left.”

The men all share a dark look, and I wonder what that means. Before I can ask, Tucker asks, “what happened next?”

“I couldn’t stop. It’s my fault,” I say, fresh tears spilling onto my cheeks.

“It was an accident,” Miles says softly.

“Is Dillon going to be okay? Did we hit the wolves? I…It all happened so fast,” I murmur.

“It was just the two of you at the accident scene,” Crew assures me.

“And Dillon is going to be fine. She has a few internal injuries, so she’ll need to take it easy for a bit, but she’ll be okay.”

Tucker smiles. “We have enough for our report. We’ll let you rest.”

I nod. “Thanks.”

“Rest up,” Crew adds before they both leave the room.

I turn back to Miles. “You can leave, too. I’ll be okay.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I study Jensen as he sits at Dillon’s bedside. He’s watching over her so intently, almost like he’s willing her to be all right. His intensity is odd, considering he only met her recently.

Maybe she was his first patient or the worst accident he’s been to.

Miles is still holding my hand. I should probably pull away, but it’s good to have him touching me. It’s been so long since someone was concerned about me and my well-being. The feelings he stirs in me are almost foreign.

“Where were you two headed?” Miles asks.

I blink. “Um, California. Los Angeles.”

“Yeah? What’s there?”

“Freedom,” I whisper.

His eyes narrow worriedly. “Freedom from what?”

“Everything.”

“What happened in Idaho?”

I look away from him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”