Be With Me(100)

She glanced over at Hutch and saw that he hadn’t been tended to at al .

“Goddamn paramedics,” she grumbled. “I told them to make sure Hutch was taken care of.” Cam’s hand stole up her neck, and he massaged gently at the nape. She groaned in sheer bliss and leaned into his touch.

“Not to worry, love. Sawyer and I wil take care of our baby brother as soon as we get the both of you home.”

She looked grateful y up at Cam. He must have heard by now that it had been Hutch’s brother behind the attacks. With his statement, he reemphasized that Hutch had two brothers who cared about him.

“Baby my ass,” Hutch growled. “What are you, six months older than me?”

“Seven,” Sawyer said with a grin. “I’m six months older. Cam is seven.”

“And you wouldn’t keep count, I suppose,” Hutch said darkly.

“Can we go already?” she asked as she slid off the stretcher. Her feet hit the ground, and she went down like a rock, her knees buckling and the rest of her sliding to the ground like jel y.

Sawyer and Cam both made a grab for her and hauled her to her feet between them.

“Feet aren’t working right,” she mumbled.

Sawyer laughed. “Yeah, we can see that.” Cam frowned. “Are you sure we shouldn’t take her to the hospital?” He wasn’t even talking to her now.

He was talking over her head to Sawyer. As if she wasn’t even there.

She growled under her breath but was ignored by both men.

“If you could just give me a little help to the truck, I’l be fine.”

Instead of help, she found herself lifted into the air, and she fel against Cam’s chest with a plop. She turned to look behind her, to see Sawyer wrap his arm around Hutch’s waist and help him along. She nodded her satisfaction that Hutch was taken care of and then wilted against Cam.

“You know I’m going to kick your ass over this stunt later,” Cam said.

She nodded and closed her eyes. “Yeah, wel , give me a few days first. Then I’l let you try and kick it.” As long as he’d be there, she’d bend over and present her ass for him to kick al he wanted.

He chuckled and relaxed against her. He crawled into the backseat, stil holding her, while Sawyer stuffed Hutch into the front and then walked around to the driver’s side.

It hit her like a ton of bricks. More forceful y than any of the blows from Daniel. This was what she wanted. More than anything. The three of them. Cam, Sawyer and Hutch. With her always.

She hadn’t trusted them. Hadn’t trusted that they could deal with the relationship. But she couldn’t be responsible for the way they handled it. Al she could do was manage her own contribution.

Elation surged through her veins until she was nearly dizzy with it. It was on them. She had to trust them to do what they’d promised. That was al she had to do and al she could do.

If it worked, it worked, but she couldn’t continue to try and manage every aspect, make herself crazy trying to be al things to everyone. She could only be herself and that’s al they said they wanted. Her.

She wanted them. Loved them with every piece of her soul. And they loved her. Wasn’t that al that was important?

She turned her face into Cam’s stomach and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her knees dug into the back of the seat as she pressed herself tighter against him, but she couldn’t let go.

She loved them al so damn much, and she was tired of running. Tired of being miserable without them.

She knew there’d be statements to give, reports to file. The chief would want the ful story. But for now, al she wanted was to go home and sleep for about twenty-four hours. It was too important that she be at her best when she next talked to the guys. She couldn’t afford to f**k it up.

When Jeremy stuck his head in the door, she mumbled appropriate responses to his questions and promised a ful report later. She wasn’t entirely sure what the hel he’d said, but he left, so she must have nodded in the right spots.

“What did I just promise to do?” she muttered when Jeremy had gone.

Cam chuckled. “Just that you’d be in as soon as you woke from your coma.”

“Oh. Wel then, let’s go home so I can enter that coma.”

And coma it was. She barely remembered being put to bed, only that she was snuggled up tight to a warm, male body. They couldn’t be too angry with her if they were stil hanging around. She held on to that knowledge, along with the hope that it wasn’t too late to make things work between them.

She slept for an ungodly amount of time, only to wake up and have a painkil er shoved at her with breakfast in bed. By the time she’d finished eating, the world was fuzzy around her, and she was only too happy to let them tuck her back into bed.

There were vague memories. Light touches to her cheek. A hand smoothed through her hair. The more annoying wake-ups with fingers shoved into her face with a demand of how many. She batted them away and told them to go to hel .

The next time she woke there weren’t actual y any men in her face or next to her on the bed. She yawned big enough to crack her jaw and then looked at the time. Noon. But what day? She felt like she’d slept an entire week.

She lay there for a long while, staring up at the ceiling. She would have to face them with what she’d done. They’d have questions. She’d hurt them. A grimace worked over her face. She hadn’t wanted to hurt them. That was the last thing she’d ever wanted to do. Al she wanted to do was keep them safe, because she simply couldn’t live without them.