Page 79 of No Cap

I’d learned at the family dinner that none of the brothers were identical. They all had their own distinguishing features. But they still all looked very, very similar. Even the other brothers looked exactly like them.

And they looked exactly like their dad.

It was like Garnett didn’t have any part in their production at all.

I’d stared at them all for hours over dinner, and practically memorized all their features.

But not for any other reason than it’d been one of the best nights of my life. I wanted to make sure I remembered every single thing that happened so I could replay the happy memory in my brain for the rest of my days.

I’d never had that—a family that actually cared about me.

It was heartbreaking to see the love that Quincy had with his brothers. Even Keene, who was married into their family, felt like he’d always been a part of that.

I wanted that with a ferocity that scared me.

But more so, I wanted it with Quincy.

I rounded the final corner and felt instant relief hit me when I saw it wasn’t Quaid on the gurney, but some other young police officer who was awake, but definitely not all there.

“Oh, good.” I heard one of the doctors say. “I need…”

I moved around the room, giving him what he needed, and smiling at Quaid when we made eye contact.

It was only after we were done, and the doctors were studying the X-rays, that I turned to Quaid.

“Is he okay?”

Quaid’s smile was soft when he said, “He’s fine. He’s actually in the room three doors down with a gang member.”

My shoulders drooped.

I didn’t go down there, though.

One, I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was working.

Two, I still had other X-rays to do—just because I was now the boss, didn’t mean I didn’t still do the work.

By the time I was finished, my shift was up, and I had to return the machine up to the floor.

When I came back down, the ER was much less busy, and there wasn’t a Carter in sight.

I deflated slightly, really thinking that I was going to see him down here.

But something big had happened today, and I didn’t exactly blame him for leaving. I mean, he did have a job to do, and so did I. I was the one to leave without saying hello.

My shoulders slightly slumped at the thought of not getting to talk to him—I should’ve asked his brother for his number—I started heading down a side hallway that would lead outside.

Only, just as I turned the corner to head toward the exit, a lone figure leaning against a wall was standing there waiting.

My heart started to pound at the sight of those long, sexy legs encased in jeans that fit him like a glove.

His spare clothes that he’d kept in his truck must be ones that didn’t get worn very often because they were so worn in.

I liked them.

His t-shirt was just as worn in, and I could see a small hole underneath his elbow.

I grinned wickedly just as he looked up from his phone.