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the other deputy where they were headed.
Nate grimaced. “Griff isn’t going to like it that you didn’t stick around.”
“Tell Griff I’m bringing Gabby in to give her statement, after she checks on her stepfather.”
“Okay, but he’s still not going to be happy,” Nate muttered darkly.
Gabby tugged at her hand, trying to break free, but Shane simply looked at her questioningly. “I think it’s better if I take a cab,” she said. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Don’t worry, Griff’s bark is worse than his bite,” Shane said. “I’m not letting you go back to your place alone.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of doing that, either. She had her cedar box in Shane’s car—did she really need anything else? Wearing something besides scrubs would be nice, but not at the expense of Shane’s career.
“Gabby, let’s go,” Shane urged. “The sooner we pick up your things and check on Richard, the sooner we can get to the station.”
“All right,” she agreed.
The trip to her house didn’t take long and Gabby worked quickly, packing comfortable clothes, toiletries and a blow-dryer into a duffel bag. Suddenly, she hesitated. She normally didn’t wear makeup, mostly because she didn’t want to draw unwanted male attention to herself.
So why was she suddenly wishing for girlie cosmetics now?
For Shane? Absolutely not.
“I’m ready.” She entered the living room, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder.
“Here, let me take that for you,” Shane said, reaching for the bag.
Gabby wasn’t used to being with someone like Shane, chivalrously opening doors for her, offering to carry her things. Damon had certainly never done any of that. And in the years since, the men she worked with expected her to carry her own weight, no matter what the circumstance. As a result, she’d learned that the only way to be accepted was to be the best.
“Thanks,” she said, wondering if she was losing her mind.
Focus.
She needed to focus. And
not
on Shane.
They walked back outside and Gabby checked to make sure she had her spare set of keys, including her car keys, before locking up.
“I’ll drop you off at the entrance to the ER and then find a place to park,” Shane said as he drove the short distance to the hospital. “Then I’ll meet you inside, okay?”
“Sure.” She jammed the cedar box into her duffel before climbing out of the car.
“I’ll bring that in for you,” Shane protested. “Just check on your stepdad, okay?”
“All right.” She shut the door and hurried inside, her stomach knotting with anxiety. One glance at the large ER census board told her that Richard was listed as a patient in trauma bay number four, which meant he was still being examined. Had his scans been completed yet? She hurried over to see for herself what was going on.
“Cut back on his IV fluids,” Bill Mullen was saying as she entered. “And I want a bed for him on the neuro step-down unit.”
Gabby frowned. “Not the ICU?” she asked, coming over to stand beside the tall, lean neurosurgeon.
“You can see the results of the CT scan yourself,” Bill said in a reassuring voice. “His subdural bleed is very small...he should recover just fine.” The knot in her stomach relaxed a bit. “Has he woken up yet?”
“No, but he’s moving all his extremities, so I’m sure he’ll come around soon.”
“He’s been assigned bed five on the neuro step-down unit,” one of the nurses informed her. “Do you need anything else before we send him upstairs?”
“Give me a minute to talk to him,” Gabby said.
Bill nodded his agreement, so she walked over to Richard’s bedside and took his frail hand in hers. “Richard? It’s me, Gabby. You’re at the hospital and you’re going to be just fine. I have the best doctors and nurses taking care of you. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
For a moment nothing happened, but then her stepfather’s fingers weakly
Nate grimaced. “Griff isn’t going to like it that you didn’t stick around.”
“Tell Griff I’m bringing Gabby in to give her statement, after she checks on her stepfather.”
“Okay, but he’s still not going to be happy,” Nate muttered darkly.
Gabby tugged at her hand, trying to break free, but Shane simply looked at her questioningly. “I think it’s better if I take a cab,” she said. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Don’t worry, Griff’s bark is worse than his bite,” Shane said. “I’m not letting you go back to your place alone.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of doing that, either. She had her cedar box in Shane’s car—did she really need anything else? Wearing something besides scrubs would be nice, but not at the expense of Shane’s career.
“Gabby, let’s go,” Shane urged. “The sooner we pick up your things and check on Richard, the sooner we can get to the station.”
“All right,” she agreed.
The trip to her house didn’t take long and Gabby worked quickly, packing comfortable clothes, toiletries and a blow-dryer into a duffel bag. Suddenly, she hesitated. She normally didn’t wear makeup, mostly because she didn’t want to draw unwanted male attention to herself.
So why was she suddenly wishing for girlie cosmetics now?
For Shane? Absolutely not.
“I’m ready.” She entered the living room, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder.
“Here, let me take that for you,” Shane said, reaching for the bag.
Gabby wasn’t used to being with someone like Shane, chivalrously opening doors for her, offering to carry her things. Damon had certainly never done any of that. And in the years since, the men she worked with expected her to carry her own weight, no matter what the circumstance. As a result, she’d learned that the only way to be accepted was to be the best.
“Thanks,” she said, wondering if she was losing her mind.
Focus.
She needed to focus. And
not
on Shane.
They walked back outside and Gabby checked to make sure she had her spare set of keys, including her car keys, before locking up.
“I’ll drop you off at the entrance to the ER and then find a place to park,” Shane said as he drove the short distance to the hospital. “Then I’ll meet you inside, okay?”
“Sure.” She jammed the cedar box into her duffel before climbing out of the car.
“I’ll bring that in for you,” Shane protested. “Just check on your stepdad, okay?”
“All right.” She shut the door and hurried inside, her stomach knotting with anxiety. One glance at the large ER census board told her that Richard was listed as a patient in trauma bay number four, which meant he was still being examined. Had his scans been completed yet? She hurried over to see for herself what was going on.
“Cut back on his IV fluids,” Bill Mullen was saying as she entered. “And I want a bed for him on the neuro step-down unit.”
Gabby frowned. “Not the ICU?” she asked, coming over to stand beside the tall, lean neurosurgeon.
“You can see the results of the CT scan yourself,” Bill said in a reassuring voice. “His subdural bleed is very small...he should recover just fine.” The knot in her stomach relaxed a bit. “Has he woken up yet?”
“No, but he’s moving all his extremities, so I’m sure he’ll come around soon.”
“He’s been assigned bed five on the neuro step-down unit,” one of the nurses informed her. “Do you need anything else before we send him upstairs?”
“Give me a minute to talk to him,” Gabby said.
Bill nodded his agreement, so she walked over to Richard’s bedside and took his frail hand in hers. “Richard? It’s me, Gabby. You’re at the hospital and you’re going to be just fine. I have the best doctors and nurses taking care of you. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
For a moment nothing happened, but then her stepfather’s fingers weakly
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