Page 89 of Secrets We Fight

“I’m fine,” he snapped.

I couldn’t imagine how much it hurt every time he moved, so him being grumpy didn’t bother me. Instead, I walked alongside him to his room. “While you’re sleeping, I’m going to head over to my apartment and pick up a few things.”

“Okay.”

He got into bed, and I gave him his pill and his water bottle. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, likely worn out from coming home and still healing. Once I was sure he was settled, I slipped out of the room.

Wanting to let Day know I was leaving, I headed toward the kitchen.

“How’s Fallon feeling?” he asked from where he sat at the island.

“He’s in pain, but I gave him his meds, so he’ll probably sleep for a bit. I’m going to pick up some stuff from my place, and then I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” He picked at the label of his water bottle.

“Are you all right?” I asked and took a seat on the barstool across from him.

He shrugged. “Just wondering why I’m still a part of this team.”

By his statement, I assumed he was harboring a massive amount of guilt because Fallon had been shot on his watch.

“Fallon wants you here,” I explained.

He looked up at me. “I don’t understand why. He almost died under my protection.”

“Hey, you can’t continue to beat yourself up about it. We all believed the threat was gone and Finnegan had handled his shit. Besides, it’s likely you saved his life with your quick actions.”

“I still let you down,” he murmured.

Standing, I squeezed his shoulder. “Fallon is going to be okay. That’s all that matters.”

I hoped he realized neither Fallon nor I was upset with him. I knew firsthand how seriously Day took his job—we all did—and the only reason things would have been different with me there was because I would have been right next to Fallon—not because it was my job, but because I had a hard time being any sort of distance from him.

Day gave me a nod and then said, “Before you leave, Tanner wants you to swing by next door.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Do you know why?”

“No.” He shook his head. “He said to tell you after you got Fallon settled.”

“Okay. I’ll go over there now.”

As I walked down the hall to the next condo, I began to feel anxious. Tanner likely wanted to speak to me about my future with the agency. Monroe had mentioned they were going to make a decision about my assignment before my two-week administrative leave was over. It was a moment I’d been dreading and ready to put behind me all at the same time. I was mentally prepared to resign if they wanted to transfer me, but I hoped it didn’t come down to that.

When I stepped into the command post, Agent Jones was at his desk as usual.

“Hey, man. Good to see you finally,” he said as I searched for our team leader.

“You too,” I replied. “Is Tanner around?”

“I think he’s in the dining room.”

“Thanks.” I patted him on the shoulder as I headed toward the back of the condo, where the kitchen and dining room were located.

“Agent Davis, have a seat,” Tanner greeted. I pulled out the chair directly across from him and sat. “I’ve received official word from D.C. that you’ll remain on your current detail as soon as your leave is completed.”

I let out a long breath. “Thank you, sir.”

“From what I hear, you have the president to thank. He’s the one who requested you stay on his son’s team.”