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"Got any more secrets?" I ask.

"Nah, I mean, nothing big. Nothing that would surprise you. Things I stole, times I was an insensitive prick to women I shagged, shit like that. But no more secrets."

"Then what's the issue? I'm a big girl, honey. I can decide for myself if you're what I think you are. And I've decided that I love you, I want to be with you, and that you’re gonna work for my dad."

He glances at me at the last part. "Oh, I am, am I?”

"Yep.”

"Okay. I like him. All of 'em." He rubs his face with his palm. "The boy, how is he?"

I sink into my seat. "Alive. Staying with Aunt Cuddy, Aunt Temple, and Mom in our compound in the Keys while Dad and the guys…" I trail off because I wasn't supposed to tell him this stuff.

Oops.

His gaze sharpens. "While your dad and the guys what, Bryn? What's happened?"

"Ahhh…"

"Bryn."

I wince at him. "I wasn't supposed to tell you. It’s not a secret, you just need to rest, and we were worried you'd try to leave too soon."

"Bryn, tell me what's happened."

"Well, we can't get a hold of Cal and Killy."

"Shit."

"But they're on it."

He growls. "They got away, didn't they? Pugli and Mercado."

I sigh, nodding. "Unfortunately, yes."

"And your brother and Cal are missing."

"Along with, um, Story."

"Who's that?"

"Uncle Anselm and Aunt Selah's daughter. Well, she's Selah's daughter, but Anslem adopted her.”

"And she's missing, too?" He thuds his head backward against the bed. "And I’m stuck here."

"But Rush, baby, Cal and Killy know how to take care of themselves. They both have the same training as I do. Story, too. Story maybe even more so than Cal, Killy, and me. And now it's not just dad and the uncles out there, it's the Broken Arrows, too."

"What about RMI?"

"Oh, well, they had another case come in, but, they’re on call if we need them.” I rest my hand on his thigh again. "So you just focus on getting better."

His eyes fix on my hand. "How much better do I need to get?"

I glance at the door, then at him. "Rush, not here."

"I can't think of any better medicine than you," he murmurs.

I sigh. "Trust me, I need some of your medicine just as bad. It's been a very long time since we were well and truly alone." I thread my fingers with his. "So your motivation to listen to the doctors is me, okay? Because I need you, but I won't risk your recovery."