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Using my legs, I keep us from dragging up the side of the bridge. Then I take Loving’s offered hand. “Thanks, man.”
When Honey and I are on solid ground, she presses her forehead against my chest. I rub the back of her head and lean down. “I should’ve told you this sooner, but I love you, Honey. You’re my whole fucking world, and if anything had happened to you today, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
Her glassy eyes meet mine. “I love you too, Beau. I’m so sorry I got spooked this week. We’ll figure out things with Melissa. I just… I can’t lose you.”
I hug her close. “Thank you, baby. That means the world to me.”
“I have some stuff going on with my family?—”
I kiss her. “I know. I finally got your messages. We’ll figure that out too. Let’s get you to the hospital and make sure you’re not hurt.” As I talk, I check her face and head to check for cuts. She has a little gash just above her hairline, but the bleeding isn’t too bad. Coop hands me some gauze, and I apply it above her temple.
The cops let her brothers and Cynthia through, and they take turns hugging Honey and patting me on the back.
“Look at you, acting like Spider-Man and shit.” Trig laughs. “Never thought I’d be so happy to have a damn Walker on my team.”
I hold out my hand, and he shakes it. “I never slashed Cash’s tires.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
Cash pats me on the back. “Thanks for saving our sister. I can’t give her a noogie ’cause she’s bleeding all over the place.”
“Let me get her patched up. I want to make sure she gets looked over.”
Cash holds up his phone. “Wait. Take my phone number incase you need to reach us.” I lift a brow, and he chuckles. “Shut up.”
After I get his info, I notice that Honey’s friend Cynthia is quietly crying. I try to reassure her. “She’s going to be okay. I got her in time.”
The chief joins us after I help the EMTs load my girlfriend into the ambulance. “They pulled Rogers out. He’s alive. Honey, I’m sure the sheriff is gonna want to get your statement.”
“He can meet us at the hospital.” I grab Honey’s hand and turn to my boss. “I know this breaks protocol, but I need to go with my girlfriend.” I’m not asking for permission. When he nods, I toss him the keys to the fire engine. “Thanks, Chief.”
When the EMT closes the door, Honey looks up at me. “Are you going to get in trouble for coming with me?”
“Don’t care if I do.” Because the only thing that matters is this woman.
52
HONEY
The whole timethe doctor examines me, I can’t stop staring at Beau. He hasn’t left my side since we arrived. For a man who just rescued me, he’s wearing a fierce frown.
“I swear, I’m fine. It’s just a few cuts.”
He shakes his head. “That asshole could have killed you.”
I suppose that’s true. Honestly, I’m surprised Adrian and I both survived.
The doctor tightens the last stitch on my scalp, and I wince. “You’re all set, Honey. My nurse will print out directions on how to care for your injury. Beau, you’ll need to wake her up every four hours. If she has a concussion, it’s mild, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
Beau’s frown deepens. “Are you sure you don’t want to keep her overnight?”
He sounds so grumpy and protective. It makes me smile. “It’s only four stitches. Barely anything. I had a deeper cut when I got bucked off a horse as a kid and landed on a tree branch.”
The doctor gives him a patient smile. “She’ll probably be more comfortable at home. If she’s nauseated or vomits or has trouble focusing, page me.”
When Beau wheels me out to the lobby, Cynthia runs up to me, crying, and shakes my arm. “What the hell happened?”
“She has a concussion,” Beau warns.
