Strong and Sexy (Sky High Air #2)(77)

Oh, God.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and flashes hit her eyelids, like flipping through a yearbook of her memories. Walking into her mother’s party and running, quite literally, into Shayne. Kissing him in the closet. A flashing dimple when he grinned at her. Every time he’d ever been there for her…“Shayne.” She sat up, gasping at the pain in her arm, and found herself next to the landing gear.

All flat now.

Everything sort of spun a bit and she put her hands on the ground to try to anchor herself just as an eye-popping white light blinded her, along with the loudest clanging she’d ever heard.

Oh, God. The light. She was going into the light—

“She’s here!”

And then she was hauled up against a chest. A bare, bruised chest.

Shayne’s. Dani blinked at him. “Are you dead too?”

“No.” He rocked her in his arms. “And neither are you.”

She blinked, and things came into focus. The huge hangar door, open now, letting in the sun.

The light.

Police were everywhere, and Maddie was on a stretcher with two paramedics and Brody leaning over her. “She’s—”

“Alive too. God, Dani. When she shot you—”

“I wasn’t shot. I think I’d know if I was shot.” But it was in his eyes, so she looked down at her arm. Oops. Her sleeve was wet, dripping down her fingers onto the floor.

Blood.

There was a paramedic at her side too, and he tore her sleeve off, revealing a deep, nasty-looking bloody gash— A bullet wound. “Uh-oh.”

“Dani?”

Yeah. That was her name. But it was the most annoying thing. Her ears were ringing, her vision going gray…



When her eyeballs rolled up in her head, Shayne knew she was checking out.

“Got her,” the paramedic said, and caught her. They wheeled her past the police, who were dealing with a screaming Michelle, who was yelling about her “precious baby.” Shayne, more viciously pissed and worried than he’d ever been in his life, wished someone would shut her the hell up. One of the officers was handling her suitcase, which Shayne now knew held Kathleen’s body.

The dead body that had haunted Dani…

Brody was watching Maddie get loaded into an ambulance, and he glanced over at Shayne, pale and terse.

“Is she—”

“Still breathing. Dani?”

“The bullet grazed her arm.”

Brody nodded, tough and stoic as ever, but there was a look in his eyes that said he was an inch from losing it.

If something had happened to Maddie—

Shayne would have to deal with that, with all of it; the guilt, the torment, the anguish.

Later.

For now, there was the living to take care of.



“I want to see her,” Dani insisted to the nurse. She sat on the cot in her ER cubicle, all stitched and bandaged, and nicely loaded on pain meds for the second time in as many days. “I need to see Maddie.”

“She’s resting.”

Okay, resting was good. Alive was good. “And she’s going to make it.”

“She’s out of surgery. She’s going to make it.”

Thank God. The only thing that could have been better than that news was having it delivered by Shayne. He’d been with her while she’d been treated, once again holding her hand, stroking the hair off her face, smiling into her eyes, but she knew his smiles now, and the one he’d given her had devastation all over it.

He blamed himself for everything.

And sure enough, afterward he’d been taken from her to be x-rayed, then treated for his own various scrapes and bruises including a broken ankle, and he hadn’t returned.

Noah had popped in to check on her, saying he’d drive her home when she was ready, just to come get him out of Maddie’s room.

But she didn’t want Noah, she wanted Shayne, damn it. “I’m okay to get up,” she insisted to her nurse, who sighed, shook her head, and stepped aside.

Dani tested her wobbly legs and locked her knees. No more passing out. She had to be strong to shake some sense into Shayne. Or shake the guilt out of him. Either way.

She found Maddie’s room two doors down from hers. Noah was sitting in a chair while Brody paced.

“She’s asleep,” he told her.

“Surgery went okay?”

The men looked at each other and her stomach sank. “What?”

“The bullet shattered her collarbone and destroyed some muscle. They don’t know how much mobility she’ll recover.”

“Oh, God,” Dani whispered.

“Come on,” Noah said gently, taking her arm. “You need to go rest.”

She let him lead her into the hallway. “I want to talk to Shayne.”

Noah sighed. “Dani—”

“You can either take me to him, or I’ll find him on my own.”

“He’s not good, Dani. He’s blaming himself.”

“I can help him.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I love him.”

Noah just looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “That’s probably the one thing you could have said to convince me. Come on.” He turned her toward the outside doors, but just before they went out, he stopped her. “He’s not going to want to listen.”