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“Oh, and do not attempt to shower without me here.” She holds up a hand. “I know you can do it on your own now, but I’ll worry about you slipping and hurting?—”

“No showering. Got it.” I grin.

“Okay, I really am going.” She frowns but doesn’t make a move.

My grin widens. “You are?”

“Oh, shush.” With another quick kiss, she pats my cheek and says, “I love you.”

“Love you back.”

“See you later.”

She’s out the door, gone for at least five minutes before I reach for my phone. One thing the shooting did was reconnect me with several people I went to school with.

Brooke Parker and I had gone to prom together. We never dated, neither of us interested in that, but we were lab partnersand decided to make the event easier for us both by going together.

She works catering at the hospital. We had some long chats, her, me, and Riley before I was discharged. Exchanging numbers was meant to be for Riley’s benefit. Give her a friend to connect with whenever she wants.

Except I’m the one reaching out.

I need her to do a quick shopping trip for me and somehow sneak it to me without Riley’s knowledge.

Making the call, it rings twice before Brooke answers. “Hello.”

“Hey, Brooke, it’s Felix.”

“How are you? I saw Granger a few days ago. He said you’re doing well.”

“I am. Except for the hovering wife.”

She laughs. “Are you really mad about that?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

“I need a favor.”

“Of course. What can I do?”

“First, keep this between us, yeah?”

“Ah…”

“You’ll understand when I tell you what I need.”

“All right. What is it?”

“A home pregnancy test.”

“A…for Riley?”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know. I’m not sure she suspects anything. She’s been so busy taking care of me and all but we…um…didn’t use anything the night before I was shot and well…”

“I get it. I’ll grab one from the pharmacy at the hospital before I leave today. I can bring it to you after my shift.”

“That would be great. You can stay for dinner. Riley’s got a stew on and Granger is coming over after they finish at the shop.”