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“On it,” he says.

“I’ll stand guard,” Jensen tells us.

“Great,” Dillon deadpans.

He smiles at her, and she glares back. I bite back a smirk.

Oh, she has it bad for him, but she’s scared. Just like I was. But I have a feeling Jensen will prove himself to her like Miles did to me.

“Thanks,” I say, and the door closes behind him.

“That’s what you want?” Dillon asks.

I laugh. “I know. It’s great, right?”

She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s thinking it over.

We spend the afternoon talking and watching TV. The guys bring us snacks and drinks but leave us alone for the most part.

The doctor comes in to check on Dillon while Jensen hovers over his shoulder.

“She should be good to leave tomorrow,” he says with a satisfied smile.

“Thank god,” Dillon groans.

Jensen fluffs Dillon’s pillows as the doctor heads out.

“They’re fine,” she snaps. “You and the damn pillows.”

“I just want you to be comfortable.”

She doesn’t answer.

I look at Miles. “We should be going. They’re about to kick us out.”

“See you in the morning. You can spring me from this place,” Dillon huffs.

I laugh. “For sure. We’ll be back bright and early. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will. Have fun,” she says with a knowing look.

“You, too.”

She blushes as her eyes cut to Jensen, watching him warily.

I tuck myself against Miles’s side, and we head out.

“Want to grab a pizza?” he asks

“Sounds good.”

“What do you like on yours?”

“Pepperoni.”

“You got it.” He orders the pizza as we walk.

I look up at the rising full moon and murmur, “I can feel it.”