Shoving aside thoughts of her father, she brushed her hair and tried to think of a reason the hospital would deny Brianne had been in the room next to hers. She could understand them saying they couldn’t release medical information, but to deny her very existence? That was just weird.

Once she decided she looked presentable, Sarah made her way to Caden’s office and lifted his spare truck keys from the top right-hand drawer of his desk.

“Going somewhere?”

Sarah’s heart jolted and her head jerked up. Gavin leaned against the doorjamb, lips quirked into that lopsided smile she found herself liking way too much. “Yes. Why?”

“I didn’t think you could drive yet.”

Rats. She dropped the keys back into the drawer and sighed. “I’ll call an Uber then.”

“Why don’t you just ask someone for a ride?”

“Because if you’re referring to the two someones in this house, I know they’ll try and talk me out of it.”

He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. The T-shirt pulled across his chest and the tattoos rippled with the movement. She found it fascinating. “Come on, I’ll take you,” he said.

She blinked. “You will?”

He shot her that one-sided smile again. “You’re a big girl, Sarah. I figure you can make your own decisions. If you want to go to the hospital to ask about Brianne and probably Dustin too, I don’t mind taking you.”

She caught her jaw before it swung open. “Are you a mind reader?”

“Of course not. It’s just a little deductive reasoning. Caden’s questioning and lack of answers didn’t satisfy you, so you want to go get your own.” He shrugged. “You’re an investigative reporter. It’s what you do.” A pause. “It’s what I’d do if I were in your shoes.”

“But . . .” Why was she protesting? “Okay, thank you.”

He did a one-eighty and headed down the hall with an “I’ll be in my truck whenever you’re ready” thrown over his shoulder.

Sarah hurried after him. “Hey, I’m ready now.”

“Don’t you need a purse or something?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I have my phone. It’s got a credit card and my driver’s license in the little pocket attached, so it’s all I need.”

His brow lifted, but he simply held open the door for her and she slipped through. He followed her to his truck and waited for her to get in the passenger side. “Where’d you get the phone? Caden?”

She nodded. “He pulled some strings and got a copy of my license for me and then gave me one of his old phones.” She shifted and winced, but tried to cover it by pressing her lips together.

“Are you sure you’re up to this?” She shot him a black look and he nodded. “Right. Seems like you’re pretty fluent in bro-language yourself.”