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“Dev?”

Nothing.

Her eyes remained closed, and blood was spreading across the pavement beside her head. For one terrible second, Blake’s entire world screeched to a stop.

“Devon?” He touched her cheek. “Baby, look at me.”

Still, no response. His pulse hammered as he checked her breathing. Her lungs moved steadily, thank God, but she was still unconscious.

“Devon!” Blake shouted her name again.

He glanced toward the street. The SUV was already disappearing around the corner. He caught a glimpse of its rear end.

Damaged rear bumper.

Then it was gone.

Blake’s stomach dropped. The SUV from St. Louis was dark, and it had a large dent just like that one.

Ice made its way through his veins.

“B-Blake?”

His gaze flew down to Devon.

“Dev?”

Her eyelids fluttered. Relief slammed through him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Open your eyes.”

She blinked and said his name again. “Blake?”

“I’m here.”

“Wha . . .” She swallowed, attempting to sit up. “What happened?”

“Shh . . . don’t move.”

Guiding her back down, he carefully checked the injury near her temple. Blood coated his fingertips from the cut there. It wasn’t long, but he couldn’t tell how deeply the damage went.

“Where else are you hurt?” Blake quickly checked her arms and shoulders, looking for additional injuries.

Devon winced when he pressed on a particular spot on her arm. “My shoulder.”

“Anywhere else?”

“I-I don’t think so.”

“Can you move your legs?”

She did.

“Good.”

A woman hurried toward them from the coffee shop. “Oh, my God! Are you okay?”

“Call 911,” Blake ordered. “Tell them we need police and an ambulance.”