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Blood.

My blood.

Devon’s stomach tightened. “You should get checked out, too.”

“I’m fine.”

“That’s my line, remember?”

“Yeah, well, I’m stealing it.”

She tried to smile. But the memories from what happened, and the fear she’d been feeling since regaining consciousness made her chin quiver.

“You scared me,” she whispered.

His brows pulled together. “Me?”

Devon swallowed. “When I woke up, you looked . . .” She paused to search for the right word.

“Terrified?”

She risked a slight nod. Blake leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“That’s because I was.” His voice was tight. “When I saw that SUV coming toward us, I knew I had about half a second to get you out of the way. Then the car took off, and you weren’t moving. And then I saw the blood.” His jaw flexed. “For a minute there, Dev, I thought I’d lost you.”

She thought his voice may have cracked right there at the end.

“I’m right here.”

He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. The simple gesture filled her with warmth.

For several seconds, neither spoke. Devon’s gaze drifted toward the window. The late-afternoon sunlight cast long shadows across the room, and the familiar sounds of a busy hospital filtered through the partially closed door.

She hated hospitals.

The antiseptic smell. The constant beeping of monitors and being woken up by a well-meaning nurse when you’ve finally managed to fall asleep.

Six months ago, she’d been here, in this very same hospital. She’d spent far too much time surrounded by those same sights and sounds. Now she was back because someone had tried to run her and Blake down in broad daylight.

Maybe they’ll sign me up for a frequent-patient discount.

“Dev?”

She blinked and turned toward Blake.

“Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere good.” Devon frowned. “How the hell did they find me here?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

“What if we don’t?”

“We will.”

She tried to smile. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Never said it would be simple.”