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“I do,” I whisper.

She looks at me with tear-stained cheeks. Her eyes dart behind me, and I turn to see Jensen and Miles hovering over us.

“Who are they?” she whispers.

“They’re the paramedics who saved us.”

Do I tell her about Miles being a shifter and us being fated mates? Oh, gosh! Miles told me that Jensen is a shifter, too.

I wantto tell Dillon everything, but I know she’ll have questions I don’t have the answers to yet.

I turn to face Miles. “Could I get some water?”

He nods. “Be right back.”

“I’ll stay here,” Jensen says.

I give Miles a look.

“Come with me,” Miles says, practically dragging Jensen from the room.

“What’s with them?” Dillon asks.

I laugh. “They’re intense, right? But they’re good people.”

“Hmm.”

“So, how are you feeling? What did the doctors say?” I ask, changing the subject.

She sighs and tells me about her treatment so far. I do my best to listen, but all I can think about is Miles and what I’m supposed to do with what I know.

EIGHT

Miles

I’ve spentall day hovering over my mate. Luckily for Jensen and me, the guys at the firehouse covered our shift. It was easy enough since there were no calls today.

Jensen shifts next to me, and I glance over at him. His gaze is locked on his mate, Dillon, and she keeps giving him little glances. She looks at him like she’s trying to figure him out. He needs to tone it down if he wants to keep her.

Mabel yawns and I glance at the clock. We’ve been here all day. She must be worn out.

Take her home,my wolf orders me.

Soon.

“Visiting hours are ending,” a nurse informs us as she comes in to check on Dillon.

“We’ll be back in the morning,” I say, pulling Mabel into my side.

Dillon’s eyebrows rise at my possessiveness, and I wonder what my mate has told her about me.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” Mabel tells her friend. “Want me to bring you anything?”

“Maybe some food that didn’t come from the cafeteria?” She laughs. “And some clothes. Hopefully, I can get out soon. Maybe tomorrow.”

“You got it.” Mabel squeezes Dillon’s hand. “Is he coming?” she asks, nodding at Jensen as I lead her out of the room.

“No, he’ll stay.”