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Kenzie snickered, then tried to cover it with a cough. “He’ll be all right. I’m sure he has a headache, he just won’t admit it. Probably a mild concussion. He’s on medical leave until he gets the all clear.”
“Now wait a minute—”
Once again the door opened and Lainie stepped into the room. She raised a brow at them. “Getting kind of crowded in here, isn’t it?”
“I was just leaving,” Kenzie said. She turned to go.
“Hey, King.” Cowboy’s voice was subdued, but it stopped her. She glanced back and he met her gaze. “For real. Thanks.”
She smiled. “Of course.”
Cole gave her a sharp nod and a thumbs-up. “Hang around for a sec, will you?”
“Sure. I’ll just go give the guys an update.” They’d be pacing holes in the waiting room floor.
She left them alone and detoured to the nurses’ station where she found Dr. Allison Lambe reviewing a chart. Allison had become a fun-loving friend Kenzie was always glad to run into. The woman’s dark eyes lifted to meet Kenzie’s. “Hey there. How’s it going?”
“Just another day in the life of a SWAT medic. How’s it going for you?”
“Dr. Lambe!” a nurse called from the hallway. “Need you in room 3, please.”
Allison lifted a brow. “Just another day in the life of a trauma doctor.”
Kenzie laughed. “See you later.”
Allison hurried off two seconds before Cole stepped out of Cowboy’s room and walked over to her. “The guys okay?”
“I stopped to talk to Allison for a moment,” she told him, “so I haven’t been out to the waiting room yet.”
He pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’ll text Greene and Hill and let them know he’s going to be fine. Lainie said he needed a few stitches and a couple of days of rest.”
“I’m sure that went over well.”
When he finished tapping and looked back up at her, Kenzie did her best to focus on her thoughts and not his blue eyes. “Concussion?”
“A mild one. Everything you said, she confirmed. She made a point to emphasize how much worse it could have been and he did the right thing by coming in to get checked out.”
“That sounds like Lainie. I’ll bet he didn’t agree, though.”
“Not in the least.” He nodded to the door. “You ready to start your time off?”
She glanced at him and shrugged. “Sure.”
“Big plans?”
Why was he asking? He’d never shown much interest in what she did with her off hours before. “Nothing huge. It’s been a while since my days off here in the ED and SWAT coincided, so I plan to take advantage of that. I’m going to run a few miles and put in some time at the gym, a contractor is coming to repair part of the ceiling in the guest bathroom, but other than that, I don’t have anything pressing.”
“Other than—” He laughed. “You’re not going to the get-together tomorrow night at the lake house?”
“What get-together?”
He narrowed his eyes. “When’s the last time you checked your text messages?”
“Um . . .” When was the last time? “Sometime this morning, I think. Early.”
“Check the group text.”
She pulled out her phone and scanned the screen as they reached the exit. “Wow, thirty-two missed texts. I’ll have to catch up on all that, but yes, if that’s the plan, then I’ll be there.”