Page 98 of Pretend You Love Me

“Yes, it would take a lot more to take down that grumpy fucker.”

“But Daryl stabbed him.”

“He just nicked him. Doesn’t even need stitches - that lucky bastard.”

I lean forward. I think I might throw up.

“And Daryl?” I say.

“Dead. Both of them. They’re gone. Won’t bother you again.”

I throw up - just missing Hawk’s shoes by a centimeter. I wipe my mouth and sit up. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not the first person to throw up on me, Ginger.”

I laugh.

“Wanna see Kip? The EMTs are bandaging him up.”

I nod. He takes my hand and leads me over to Kip. As soon as I see him, I burst into tears again.

“Come here,” he says, holding out his arms. I fall into him, burying my face in his chest. He pulls me tight into his body.

“It’s over.”

“How’s your cut?”

“I’ve had worse shaving.” He studies me. Although he’s keeping his voice light, his face is full of worry.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“That was a stupid fucking thing to do.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Hawk holds up his phone. “Your brother wants to talk.”

I groan softly and take the phone. James is on Facetime. I brace myself.

“Brooklyn, are you okay?” he asks, gently. I thought he was going to yell at me.

“I’m fine,” I answer. Relief washes over his face. “James, I’m sorry.”

He curses under his breath and shakes his head. “That was as stupid fucking thing to do.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

I shake my head. I’m crying again.

“I’m sending a helicopter. Brooklyn, I want you to come home now,” he says.

“No.”

Hawk and Kip’s eyes widen. I think James might pop a blood vessel in his forehead.

“What?” He’s trying not to yell at me.